My worst habit is my fear
Sylvia PlathI have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.
Sylvia PlathI must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.
Sylvia PlathVery few people do this any more. It's too risky. First of all, it's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.
Sylvia PlathTag: be-yourself indiviuality
Feel like the recluse who comes out into the world with a life-saving gospel to find everybody has learned a new language in the meantime and can't understand a word he's saying.
Sylvia PlathLife has been a combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
Sylvia PlathNot being perfect hurts.
Sylvia PlathWith 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. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.
Sylvia PlathTag: life
I felt as if I were sitting in the window of an enormous department store. The figures around me weren't people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life.
Sylvia PlathIt is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.
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