Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 6

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

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I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

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

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And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

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The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

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Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

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It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

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If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

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I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.