Compared with me, a tree is immortal. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath 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 brother suicide mother What is so real as the cry of a child? Sylvia Plath cry real children Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Sylvia Plath elements gold watches But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. Sylvia Plath skins suicide white I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them. Sylvia Plath feminism people fall Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person Sylvia Plath simple winter mean Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Sylvia Plath shadow love-is lying I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more. Sylvia Plath tired sweet happiness Wear your heart on your skin in this life. Sylvia Plath tattoo skins heart I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) Sylvia Plath stars eye moon Your room is not your prison. You are. Sylvia Plath your-room prison rooms The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot. Sylvia Plath queens ambition running The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther. Sylvia Plath bell-jar comforting fall It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. Sylvia Plath depression running two How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought. Sylvia Plath pool frail heart There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. Sylvia Plath delight strange unique I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed. Sylvia Plath bed say-anything ideas Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant - but this is no indication of the true worth of one's total human identity: past, present and future! Sylvia Plath acceptance winning past Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy? Sylvia Plath purple heart men That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket. Sylvia Plath july rockets arrows
