"I dream too much, work too little."
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Sylvia Plath quotes (page 17 of 31)
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"It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles."
"I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have."
"Character is fate."
"...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real."
"You smile. No, it is not fatal."
"I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful."
"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?"
"Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity."
"I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come."
"Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company."
"Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant - but this is no indication of the true worth of one's total human identity: past, present and future!"
"What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness."
"I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked."
"A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly."
"Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image."
"I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass."
"Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser."
"As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical."
"God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?"