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As I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don’t love me, love my writing and love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will not be still (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
The body is amazingly stubborn when it comes to sacrificing itself to the annihilating directions of the mind (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady... I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others? (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people’s minds and souls (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
If I have a dry spell... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand... hopeless from the start (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love.... I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I feel, am mad as any writer must in one way be; why not make it real? I am too close to the bourgeois society of suburbia: too close to people I know I must sever my self from them, or be a part of their world: this half and half compromise is intolerable (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to (Sylvia Plath Quotes)