It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism. Sylvia Plath agebewailclever Change image and share on social
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. Sylvia Plath coldghostgooseflesh Change image and share on social
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. Sylvia Plath backdayexclusive share on social
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. Sylvia Plath badcreativitydoubt Change image and share on social
I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched. Sylvia Plath abandonbirdbit share on social
There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears. Sylvia Plath forgetgamehurt Change image and share on social
I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew. Sylvia Plath beginfeelhave Change image and share on social
Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action. Sylvia Plath actionanestheticconstructive Change image and share on social
My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land - the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own. Sylvia Plath atlanticchildhoodclear Change image and share on social
