âGo out and do something. It isnât your room thatâs a prison, itâs yourself.â - Sylvia Plath
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@sylviaplathquotes
âGo out and do something. It isnât your room thatâs a prison, itâs yourself.â - Sylvia Plath
âI felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of sceneryâair, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.â - Sylvia Plath
âIt is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.â - Sylvia Plath
âI took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.â - Sylvia Plath
âThere is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.â - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
âPlease donât expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.â - Sylvia Plath
âLiving with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.â - Sylvia Plath
âI was supposed to be having the time of my life.â - Sylvia Plath
âAugust rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.â - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
âThe trouble about jumping was that if you didnât pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.â - Sylvia Plath
âI am a garden of black and red agonies.â - Sylvia Plath
âIâve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.â - Sylvia Plath
âHow can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?â - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
âI guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldnât get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.â - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
âWe should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.â - Sylvia Plath
âIf neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then Iâm neurotic as hell.â - Sylvia Plath
âEternity bores me, I never wanted it.â - Sylvia Plath