Sylvia Plath quotes - page 6

I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love. (Sylvia Plath)
I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks. View quote
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You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl? View quote
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Talking about my fears to others feeds it. View quote
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What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. View quote
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I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again. View quote
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...I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me. View quote
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I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? View quote
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I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions. View quote
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I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic. View quote
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It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more. (Sylvia Plath)
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. View quote
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I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more. View quote
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If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it. View quote
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Not being perfect hurts. View quote
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I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end. View quote
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God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust? View quote
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Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals. View quote
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I am myself. That is not enough. View quote
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My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing. View quote
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There was a beautiful time... (Sylvia Plath)
I wish you'd find the exit out of my head. View quote
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The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. View quote
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That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. View quote
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I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. View quote
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