Sylvia Plath quotes
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed. 
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. 
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. 
The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom. 
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give. 
I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come. 
I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one. 
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow. 
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. All Sylvia Plath quotes ⇑
I am too pure for you or anyone
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.
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.
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.
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.
I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn't taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers' sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.