I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously. Sylvia Plath love-life matter giving I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live. Sylvia Plath tired sleep life I think I made you up inside my head. Sylvia Plath made thinking I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I'd better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer to NOT feel, NOT to let the world touch one. Sylvia Plath numbness fate character So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. Sylvia Plath reading long thinking Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. Sylvia Plath feminism goal inspirational Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences. Sylvia Plath feminism classic writing I wish you’d find the exit out of my head. Sylvia Plath wish-you exit wish Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. Sylvia Plath girl sleep men I knew you'd decide to be all right again. Sylvia Plath I am dead to them, even though I once flowered. Sylvia Plath I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it. Sylvia Plath feminism soul flesh So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them. Sylvia Plath boxes shut-up people I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. Sylvia Plath capable want My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. Sylvia Plath too-much mother thinking I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt. Sylvia Plath sarcastic hurt sometimes What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? Sylvia Plath fingers my-heart heart I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out. Sylvia Plath ugly black men It's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all. Sylvia Plath being-yourself hell responsibility How we need another soul to cling to. Sylvia Plath loneliness soul needs
