I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go. Sylvia Plath indefinablestates Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man. Sylvia Plath eggscookingmen Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. Sylvia Plath minddreamgiving I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. Sylvia Plath dark-thingsdarksleep I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God. Sylvia Plath girlcookingthinking Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air. Sylvia Plath asheshairmen Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones. Sylvia Plath intuitionvoicesecret I love my rejection slips. They show me I try. Sylvia Plath encouragingrejectiontrying Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness Sylvia Plath intoxicatedmadnesssadness I am what I feel and think and do. Sylvia Plath feelsthinking A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly. Sylvia Plath togethermentwo I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I. Sylvia Plath jealouswritingthinking I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked. Sylvia Plath sense-of-selfselflessself August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath summerrainfall How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl? Sylvia Plath strangegirlpeople I am not cruel, only truthful. Sylvia Plath truthful Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning. Sylvia Plath self-questioninghurtfultogether Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself ... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. Last night, driving back from Boston, I lay back in the car and let the colored lights come at me, the music from the radio, the reflection of the guy driving. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain ... remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be the good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder. Sylvia Plath paintakenbye 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 silenceeyenegative Tomorrow is another day toward death. Sylvia Plath tomorrow-is-another-dayanother-daytomorrow
