Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust? Sylvia Plath laughter tears self I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. Sylvia Plath sleep boys interesting But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. Sylvia Plath writing-poems letters writing …'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead. Sylvia Plath together running way …beating time along the edge of thought. Sylvia Plath edges And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. Sylvia Plath thirty cat nine I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. Sylvia Plath bell-jar looks I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all. Sylvia Plath distance sight men Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. Sylvia Plath curse bones love-is Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. Sylvia Plath bores eternity wanted The day I went into physics class it was death. Sylvia Plath physics class Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. Sylvia Plath ends silly people I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself. Sylvia Plath could-have-been has-beens gone For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt. Sylvia Plath acres self doubt The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it. Sylvia Plath bell-jar inadequate trouble And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and more- to learning. Always. Sylvia Plath delusion progress done I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth. Sylvia Plath space two years And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide. Sylvia Plath suicide past thinking I think I am mad sometimes. Sylvia Plath mad sometimes thinking I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us. Sylvia Plath names men son
