What is so real as the cry of a child? Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath I am myself. That is not enough. Sylvia Plath chaosconformityenough I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love. Sylvia Plath painunderstandingthinking And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. Sylvia Plath sadwritinglife I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between. Sylvia Plath madsadnesschoices And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Sylvia Plath lonelinessdarklong Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn. Sylvia Plath feminismdespairlife Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming? Sylvia Plath differentdressestrying There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Sylvia Plath womensadinspirational What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. Sylvia Plath imaginationthinking We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you. Sylvia Plath another-lifeairfriendship I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. Sylvia Plath feminismpeoplethinking The first time it happened I was ten. Sylvia Plath suicidalrealart There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds. Sylvia Plath lightuniquemoon Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow. Sylvia Plath heartbreakhomelong I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be. Sylvia Plath madnumberspeople I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Sylvia Plath bottomdo-not-fearroots How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. Sylvia Plath soulgivingneeds I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still Sylvia Plath voicestillswriting I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here. Sylvia Plath fossilsnumb I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. Sylvia Plath little-loveunderstand-melove-life
