When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath I dream too much, work too little. Sylvia Plath too-muchdreamlittles If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows. Sylvia Plath tattooglassesbody The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end. Sylvia Plath bell-jareraswinning I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily. Sylvia Plath tiredfightingrunning The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss. Sylvia Plath sheetsheavykissing It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell-tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower. Sylvia Plath sadbreakupflower I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off Sylvia Plath bagsapplesgreen There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. Sylvia Plath clinicalscertainsatisfaction We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine. Sylvia Plath dreamrunningmoving Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think. Sylvia Plath knittingwinterthinking I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. Sylvia Plath routinemealscooking For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose. Sylvia Plath realwritingjobs Ironically, Henry James' biography comforts me & I long to make known to him his posthumous reputation he wrote, in pain, gave all his life (which is more than I could think of doing I have Ted, will have children but few friends) & the critics insulted & mocked him, readers didn't read him. Sylvia Plath painchildrenthinking If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad. Sylvia Plath inwardmadthinking If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. Sylvia Plath neurosishelltwo What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind. Sylvia Plath kniveshorsewind When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. Sylvia Plath numbnessemptinesslight If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer. Sylvia Plath eyewaitingheart As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over. Sylvia Plath wallstarsbeautiful The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump. Sylvia Plath brothersuicidemother
