To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful. Sylvia Plath preconceptions truthful dislike I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls. Sylvia Plath real book moving We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate. Sylvia Plath hate opposites hot Winter dawn is the color of metal, Sylvia Plath color winter tree Everything in life is writable. Sylvia Plath life-is A living doll, everywhere you look. Sylvia Plath dolls boys looks But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…? Sylvia Plath knows Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful. Sylvia Plath peaceful hair feelings Compared with me, a tree is immortal. Sylvia Plath immortal tree The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. Sylvia Plath pebbles shells silence Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then -- Sylvia Plath kitchen light sky Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream Sylvia Plath black heart blood There is no life higher than the grasstops Sylvia Plath higher I’ll never speak to God again. Sylvia Plath speak depression death The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality. Sylvia Plath manic novel doors Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know. Sylvia Plath secret loss men The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed. Sylvia Plath necks turkeys thinking What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from. Sylvia Plath arrows want men If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. Sylvia Plath lust song inspirational The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals. Sylvia Plath sky
