The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. 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-lifemattergiving 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 tiredsleeplife I think I made you up inside my head. Sylvia Plath madethinking 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 numbnessfatecharacter So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. Sylvia Plath readinglongthinking Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. Sylvia Plath feminismgoalinspirational Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences. Sylvia Plath feminismclassicwriting I wish you’d find the exit out of my head. Sylvia Plath wish-youexitwish 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 girlsleepmen 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 feminismsoulflesh 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 boxesshut-uppeople I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. Sylvia Plath capablewant My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. Sylvia Plath too-muchmotherthinking I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt. Sylvia Plath sarcastichurtsometimes What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? Sylvia Plath fingersmy-heartheart 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 uglyblackmen 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-yourselfhellresponsibility How we need another soul to cling to. Sylvia Plath lonelinesssoulneeds
