I am too pure for you or anyone.

Quote by Sylvia Plath

Topics: Sylvia Plath Quotes

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

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...

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...

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...

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare...

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare...

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

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...

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...

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

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

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

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...

Is there no way out of the mind?

Is there no way out of the mind?

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

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

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.