But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

Quote by Sylvia Plath

Topics: Sylvia Plath Quotes

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into...

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into...

I am too pure for you or anyone.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then...

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then...

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I...

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I...

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to...

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to...

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I...

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I...

Is there no way out of the mind?

Is there no way out of the mind?

I could feel tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that...

I could feel tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that...

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do...

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do...

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it...

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it...

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and...

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and...

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not...

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not...