I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.
Sylvia PlathFor I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
Sylvia PlathIf you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter - - - for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.... Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
Sylvia PlathLet me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.
Sylvia PlathI had hoped to make her strong and healthy, and now she may be too weak herself after this slow death, like my father's slow long death, to come to me. and I am here, futile, cut off from the ritual of family love and neighborhood and from giving strength and love to my dear brave grandmother's dying whom I loved above thought. and my mother will go, and there is the terror of having no parents, no older seasoned beings, to advise and love me in this world.
Sylvia PlathI suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.
Sylvia PlathI get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.
Sylvia PlathI self-paralyze myself
Sylvia PlathI cannot life for life itself: but for the words which stay the flux. My life, I feel, will not be lived until there are books and stories which relive it perpetually in time. I forget too easily how it was, and shrink to the horror of the here and now, with no past and no future. Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. The mind makes and makes, spinning its web.
Sylvia PlathWhat is it that teaching kills? The juice, the sap - the substance of revelation: by making even the insoluble questions
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