Sylvia Plath

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#live #sleep #tomorrow #life

There I went again, building p a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few posy nothings. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#love

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#emptiness #normalcy #numbness #stillness #chaos

because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#paris

Living 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. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#writing #imagination

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#poem

How frail the human heart must be -- a mirrored pool of thought. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#human-heart #thought #journalism

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#self-confidence #self-doubt #enemy

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

#yearning #love

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#lonliness #shyness #confidence