Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion. Sylvia Plath dry-upselfpeople 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 laughtertearsself 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 sleepboysinteresting But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. Sylvia Plath writing-poemsletterswriting …'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 togetherrunningway …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 thirtycatnine I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. Sylvia Plath bell-jarlooks 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 distancesightmen Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. Sylvia Plath curseboneslove-is Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. Sylvia Plath boreseternitywanted The day I went into physics class it was death. Sylvia Plath physicsclass Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. Sylvia Plath endssillypeople I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself. Sylvia Plath could-have-beenhas-beensgone For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt. Sylvia Plath acresselfdoubt The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it. Sylvia Plath bell-jarinadequatetrouble 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 delusionprogressdone 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 spacetwoyears 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 suicidepastthinking I think I am mad sometimes. Sylvia Plath madsometimesthinking
