“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,
The Bell Jar
“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.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?I am incapable of more knowledge.What is this, this faceSo murderous in its strangle of branches? -Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faultsThat kill, that kill, that kill.From the poem "Elm", 19 April 1962” ― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
“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.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day.Then I knew what the problem was.I needed experience.How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? A girl I knew had just won a prize for a short story about her adventures among the pygmies in Africa. How could I compete with that sort of thing?” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“Are you sleeping with anyone?” The question was asked so casually it took a second to process what he’d said. I inhaled sharply. “Why is that any business of yours?” He looked at me and I saw what I’d seen the first time we’d met—tremendous power and steely control. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. Again. At least I didn’t fall this time; I was making progress. “Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel
“People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I'll kill for you, give up everything i own for you...but i won't give you up.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I want there to be happily-ever-afters for the fucked-up crowd. Show me the way, Eva honey. Make me believe.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“LADY LAZARUSI have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it--A sort of walking miracle, my skinBright as a Nazi lampshade,My right footA paperweight,My face a featureless, fineJew linen.Peel off the napkinO my enemy.Do I terrify?--The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?The sour breathWill vanish in a day.Soon, soon the fleshThe grave cave ate will beAt home on meAnd I a smiling woman.I am only thirty.And like the cat I have nine times to die.This is Number Three.What a trashTo annihilate each decade.What a million filaments.The peanut-crunching crowdShoves in to seeThem unwrap me hand and foot--The big strip tease.Gentlemen, ladiesThese are my handsMy knees.I may be skin and bone,Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.The first time it happened I was ten.It was an accident.The second time I meantTo last it out and not come back at all.I rocked shutAs a seashell.They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.DyingIs an art, like everything else.I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I've a call.It's easy enough to do it in a cell.It's easy enough to do it and stay put.It's the theatricalComeback in broad dayTo the same place, the same face, the same bruteAmused shout:'A miracle!'That knocks me out.There is a chargeFor the eyeing of my scars, there is a chargeFor the hearing of my heart--It really goes.And there is a charge, a very large chargeFor a word or a touchOr a bit of bloodOr a piece of my hair or my clothes.So, so, Herr Doktor.So, Herr Enemy.I am your opus,I am your valuable,The pure gold babyThat melts to a shriek.I turn and burn.Do not think I underestimate your great concern.Ash, ash--You poke and stir.Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--A cake of soap, A wedding ring,A gold filling.Herr God, Herr LuciferBewareBeware.Out of the ashI rise with my red hairAnd I eat men like air.-- written 23-29 October 1962” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel
“I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“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.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?I am incapable of more knowledge.What is this, this faceSo murderous in its strangle of branches? -Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faultsThat kill, that kill, that kill.From the poem "Elm", 19 April 1962” ― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
“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.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day.Then I knew what the problem was.I needed experience.How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? A girl I knew had just won a prize for a short story about her adventures among the pygmies in Africa. How could I compete with that sort of thing?” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“Are you sleeping with anyone?” The question was asked so casually it took a second to process what he’d said. I inhaled sharply. “Why is that any business of yours?” He looked at me and I saw what I’d seen the first time we’d met—tremendous power and steely control. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. Again. At least I didn’t fall this time; I was making progress. “Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel
“People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I'll kill for you, give up everything i own for you...but i won't give you up.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“I want there to be happily-ever-afters for the fucked-up crowd. Show me the way, Eva honey. Make me believe.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.” ― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You
“He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
“LADY LAZARUSI have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it--A sort of walking miracle, my skinBright as a Nazi lampshade,My right footA paperweight,My face a featureless, fineJew linen.Peel off the napkinO my enemy.Do I terrify?--The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?The sour breathWill vanish in a day.Soon, soon the fleshThe grave cave ate will beAt home on meAnd I a smiling woman.I am only thirty.And like the cat I have nine times to die.This is Number Three.What a trashTo annihilate each decade.What a million filaments.The peanut-crunching crowdShoves in to seeThem unwrap me hand and foot--The big strip tease.Gentlemen, ladiesThese are my handsMy knees.I may be skin and bone,Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.The first time it happened I was ten.It was an accident.The second time I meantTo last it out and not come back at all.I rocked shutAs a seashell.They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.DyingIs an art, like everything else.I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I've a call.It's easy enough to do it in a cell.It's easy enough to do it and stay put.It's the theatricalComeback in broad dayTo the same place, the same face, the same bruteAmused shout:'A miracle!'That knocks me out.There is a chargeFor the eyeing of my scars, there is a chargeFor the hearing of my heart--It really goes.And there is a charge, a very large chargeFor a word or a touchOr a bit of bloodOr a piece of my hair or my clothes.So, so, Herr Doktor.So, Herr Enemy.I am your opus,I am your valuable,The pure gold babyThat melts to a shriek.I turn and burn.Do not think I underestimate your great concern.Ash, ash--You poke and stir.Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--A cake of soap, A wedding ring,A gold filling.Herr God, Herr LuciferBewareBeware.Out of the ashI rise with my red hairAnd I eat men like air.-- written 23-29 October 1962” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel
“I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.” ― Sylvia Day, Bared to You
