What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon." I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that. Sylvia Plath intelligentmotherwriting The moon has nothing to be sad about, Sylvia Plath bonesmoondarkness I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness, being tortured...with an informed and intelligent mind. Sylvia Plath intelligentmindbelieve I fancied you'd return the way you said, Sylvia Plath nameslovethinking A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin. Sylvia Plath flowerhairchildren I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. Sylvia Plath hideouswho-i-amanswers I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D., a professor, and all that, one side of me certainly does respect all disciplines, as long as they don't ossify. Sylvia Plath disciplinedoelong Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've just got to turn away all the peripherals. Sylvia Plath turnsdisciplinespace I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid. Sylvia Plath paranoidchaosvulnerable You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you. Sylvia Plath creativerealinspirational I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world. Sylvia Plath selflessmotherworld What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security. Sylvia Plath infinitewantmen I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? - Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill. Sylvia Plath darksleepheart They would grow old. They would forget me. Sylvia Plath forget-megrowsforget Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium. Sylvia Plath spidersmy-heartheart I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly. Sylvia Plath And I, love, am a pathological liar. Sylvia Plath pathological-liarliars Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to. Sylvia Plath importantwritinginspirational I must say what I admire most is the person who masters an area of practical experience, and can teach me something. I mean, my local midwife has taught me how to keep bees. Well, she can't understand anything I write. And I find myself liking her, may I say, more than most poets. And among my friends I find people who know all about boats or know all about certain sports, or how to cut somebody open and remove an organ. I'm fascinated by this mastery of the practical. Sylvia Plath writingsportsmean I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mini. Sylvia Plath ableintelligentbelieve
