Why canโt I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?
Sylvia PlathSee, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
Sylvia PlathI had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my hair down to my waist, and reaching out for my first little squirmy child and saying its name, whatever it was.
Sylvia PlathI thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.
Sylvia PlathMy wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.
Sylvia PlathTomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.
Sylvia PlathLove set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.
Sylvia PlathI wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can
Sylvia PlathI didnโt want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.
Sylvia Plath