Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plathwas one of the most renowned and influential poets, novelists, and short story writers of the 20th century. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She was married to fellow poet Ted Hughes from 1956 until they separated in September of 1962. They lived together in the United States and then the United Kingdom and had two children, Frieda and Nicholas...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 October 1932
CountryUnited States of America
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.
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.
Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.
The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.
The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.
Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.
Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.