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@sylviaplathquotes
āGo out and do something. It isnāt your room thatās a prison, itās yourself.ā - Sylvia Plath
āI felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of sceneryāair, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.ā - Sylvia Plath
āIt is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.ā - Sylvia Plath
āI took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.ā - Sylvia Plath
āThere 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.ā - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
āPlease donāt expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.ā - Sylvia Plath
āLiving 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.ā - Sylvia Plath
āI was supposed to be having the time of my life.ā - Sylvia Plath
āAugust rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.ā - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
āThe trouble about jumping was that if you didnāt pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.ā - Sylvia Plath
āI am a garden of black and red agonies.ā - Sylvia Plath
āIāve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.ā - Sylvia Plath
āHow can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?ā - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
āI guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldnāt 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.ā - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
āWe should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.ā - Sylvia Plath
āIf neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then Iām neurotic as hell.ā - Sylvia Plath
āEternity bores me, I never wanted it.ā - Sylvia Plath