The Journals Of Sylvia Plath Quotes

#1. With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand ... hopeless from the start.

Sylvia Plath

#2. I'll call you. Take care." And he was gone. So the rain comes down hard outside my room, and like Eddie Cohen," I say, "... fifteen thousand years - - - of what? We're still nothing but animals.

Sylvia Plath

#3. The fate of the country ... does not depend on what kind of paper you drop into the ballot-box once a year, but on what kind of man you drop from your chamber into the street every morning.

Henry David Thoreau

#4. Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.

Sylvia Plath

#5. to be aware that you must compete somehow, and yet that wealth and beauty are not in your realm.

Sylvia Plath

#6. I can't take things as they come, or make them come as I choose.

Sylvia Plath

#7. I can only hazard. In the back of my mind there are bombs falling, women and children screaming, but I can't describe it now.

Sylvia Plath

#8. I promise I won't spank you," he told me, his voice rough and low as he added, "not unless you ask me to."
I let him feel my laugh against his shoulder. "That's because you aren't genuinely suicidal.

Patricia Briggs

#9. but the very content that comes from finding yourself is overshadowed by the knowledge that by doing so you are admitting you are not only a grotesque, but a special kind of grotesque.

Sylvia Plath

#10. There is history to read- centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow.

Sylvia Plath

#11. I've never had inner turmoil about all this. You find a lot of people these days who cannot stand to be alone. You could lock me up in solitary for weeks on end, and I'd keep myself amused.

Keith Richards

#12. I paint on the ground. I paint with sticks, with big paint cans, and whatever else falls in it. Basically, what I'm doing is capturing unbridled emotion and putting it on canvas. It's like capturing lightning in a bottle.

Richard Grieco

#13. Think twice before you speak, and then you may be able to say something more insulting than if you spoke right out at once.

Evan Esar

#14. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best.

Sylvia Plath

#15. I think I am mad sometimes.

Sylvia Plath

#16. I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

Charles Bukowski

#17. I find as I grow older that I love those most whom I loved first.

Thomas Jefferson

#18. I am I because of that.

Sylvia Plath

#19. Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Sylvia Plath

#20. I couldn't catch a ball or any of that stuff. I could do only what required brute stupidity.

Warren G. Harding

#21. It was inestimably important for me to look at the lights of Amherst town in the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist, and then look at the boy beside me and feel all the hurting beauty go flat because he wasn't the right one-not at all.

Sylvia Plath