Then they are through with the thing, while we poor lustful humans, caged by mores, chained by circumstance, writhe and agonize with the appalling and demanding fire licking always at our loins. Is there no way out of the mind? I am inclined to babies and bed and brilliant friends and a magnificent stimulating home where geniuses drink gin in the kitchen after a delectable dinner and read their own novels and tell about why the stock market is the way it will be and discuss scientific mysticism.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.
Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
I dream too much of fame, posturings, a novel published, not people gesturing, speaking, growing and cracking into print. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing. But it is hard, and I have so much — so very much to learn. I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
It is dedicated to Ted Hughes. I do it exceptionally well. Maybe even both kinds. What are you going to do now? A liar and a vain smiler. What did my fingers do before they held him? Shutterstock Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains.
Women in numbers have always disturbed me Do I like to write?
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. Will I write if I practice enough? Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
I do it so it feels real. Four pages a day. No child Hemingway, but God, you are growing up. I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I saw this in several sharp flashes, like blows. Or Sara Teasdale — or the other brilliant women — neurotic?
Tan, tall, blondish, not half bad.quotes have been tagged as writing: Douglas Adams: ‘I love deadlines. “You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
tags: writing. likes. Like. Today marks the 50th anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s tragic suicide, but the year is also a milestone for Plath’s legacy. The renowned poet, who explored visual art and prose as well, released her classic novel The Bell Jar shortly before her death.
SYLVIA Plath's The Bell Jar has gone down in history as a novel that was light-years ahead of its time. The only novel written by the troubled poet before her untimely death inThe Bell Jar follows its young female heroine as she struggles with mental illness and many literary critics argue that it provides readers with insight into Sylvia's own.
Sylvia Plath is a controversial and passionate figure in American literature. A prolific writer who started writing before the age of 10, Plath is best known for her semi-autobiographical novel The Bell Jar and poems such as "The Colossus" and "Lady Lazarus." Even as her words touch us to our very core, they also spur so many questions and debates.
quotes from Sylvia Plath: 'I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want.
And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. 49 Absolutely Stunning Sylvia Plath Quotes is cataloged in Anxiety, Being A Woman, Depression, Existentialism, Feminism, Lit, Quotes, Sylvia Plath, the bell jar Kayla Reblogged this on The hardest road pays off the most.Download