Don’t let the wicked city get you down.
SYLVIA PLATHDon’t let the wicked city get you down.
SYLVIA PLATHPerhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
SYLVIA PLATHI knew you’d decide to be all right again.
SYLVIA PLATHTomorrow is another day toward death.
SYLVIA PLATHSo learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
SYLVIA PLATHCheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
SYLVIA PLATHI am not cruel, only truthful.
SYLVIA PLATHDying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
SYLVIA PLATHIntoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
SYLVIA PLATHI don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
SYLVIA PLATHThe trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
SYLVIA PLATHPlease, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
SYLVIA PLATHI find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry.
SYLVIA PLATHI like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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