#sylvia

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#kissing #life #sylvia-plath #business

Dreams have never been this hot! Pleasures of the Night sizzles as a romance, enthralls as a paranormal, and captivates with a fantastic cast of characters. I didn’t want the 'night' to end! ↗

— Susan Grant

#endorsement #sylvia-day #dreams

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless from the start. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#life

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there’s no end in sight. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain’t cutting it with me. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#breakup #eva-tramell #heartbroken #love #sylvia-day

Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order to thrive and grow. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#reflected-in-you #sylvia-day #love

My mind is killing me” — The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#lyrics-of-the-heart #music #my-mind #stuck-in-my-mind #sylvia-plath

Even amongst fierce flames/ The golden lotus can be planted. ↗

— Bhagavid-Gita

#hope #sylvia-plath #scripture

It was a wonderful experience to work with Sylvia. She pushed me to be more powerful with my acting, and she told me scores of the most incredible stories I've ever heard. She is amazing. ↗

— Lukas Haas

#amazing #ever #experience #heard #i

My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom—I am weak, tired, in revolt from the strong constructive humanitarian faith which presupposes a healthy, active intellect and will. There is nowhere to go. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#faith

The doctor's name was Sylvia. I told her she'd have a problem with me because Sylvia was my mother's name. ↗

— Paul Lynde

#doctor #her #i #me #mother