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Quotes by Sylvia Plath

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Wikipedia Summary for Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for two of her published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems (1960) and Ariel (1965), as well as The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death in 1963. The Collected Poems were published in 1981, which included many previously unpublished works. For this collection Plath was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry in 1982, making her the fourth to receive this honour posthumously.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Plath studied at Smith College in Massachusetts and at Newnham College in Cambridge, England. She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956, and they lived together in the United States and then in England. Their relationship was tumultuous, as Plath wrote in letters about the abuse she suffered at his hands. They had two children before separating in 1962.

Plath was clinically depressed for most of her adult life, and was treated multiple times with electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). She killed herself in 1963.

Quote: There is something suspect, especially in America, about people who don't have ten-year plans for a career or at least a regular job. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There is something suspect, especially in America, about people who don't have ten-year plans for a career or at least a regular job.


Quote: What did my arms do before they held you? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

What did my arms do before they held you?


Quote: If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.


Quote: If winter comes can spring be... We're nearer to spring than we were in September, i heard a bird sing in the dark of December, January, Febmar, aprimay, apricots, beneath the bough. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If winter comes can spring be... We're nearer to spring than we were in September, i heard a bird sing in the dark of December, January, Febmar, aprimay, apricots, beneath the bough.


Quote: Can nothingness be so prodigal? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Can nothingness be so prodigal?


Quote: Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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




Quote: I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with.


Quote: Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.


Quote: The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.


Quote: I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.


Quote: The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.


Quote: The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.


Quote: I am not cruel --
only truthful. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am not cruel --
only truthful.


Quote: My dream was one day ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

My dream was one day ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.


Quote: Stupid girl. You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Stupid girl. You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion.


Quote: You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion.


Quote: To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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




Quote: And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.


Quote: I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous -- I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted and back again. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous -- I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted and back again.


Quote: I shall doggedly work, wait and expect the minimum. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I shall doggedly work, wait and expect the minimum.


Quote: If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.


Quote: Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.


Quote: The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.


Quote: Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God -- or the universal woman-and-man -- or anything much. I am what I feel and think and do. I want to express my being as fully
 as I can because I somewhere picked up the idea that I could justify my being alive that way. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God -- or the universal woman-and-man -- or anything much. I am what I feel and think and do. I want to express my being as fully
 as I can because I somewhere picked up the idea that I could justify my being alive that way.- black text on quotes background

Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God -- or the universal woman-and-man -- or anything much. I am what I feel and think and do. I want to express my being as fully
as I can because I somewhere picked up the idea that I could justify my being alive that way.


Quote: How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?
How long can I be
Gentling the sun with the shade of my hand,
Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?
The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrow
Lap at my back ineluctably.
How shall it soften them, this little lullaby? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?
How long can I be
Gentling the sun with the shade of my hand,
Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?
The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrow
Lap at my back ineluctably.
How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?


Quote: Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.


Quote: I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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




Quote: He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like.






Quote: I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.


Quote: Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.


Quote: Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.


Quote: He was always saying how his mother said, What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,' and, 'What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from, until it made me tired. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

He was always saying how his mother said, What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,' and, 'What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from, until it made me tired.


Quote: A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.


Quote: The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality.


Quote: What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?' by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?'


Quote: I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?


Quote: There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart -- It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart -- It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.




Quote: I am too pure for you or anyone. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am too pure for you or anyone.


Quote: I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.


Quote: I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote.


Quote: I could never be a complete scholar or a complete housewife ora completewriter: Imustcombinea little of all, and thereby be imperfect in all. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I could never be a complete scholar or a complete housewife ora completewriter: Imustcombinea little of all, and thereby be imperfect in all.




Quote: I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.


Quote: 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. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

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.


Quote: I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily.- black text on quotes background

I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily.




Quote: They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.


Quote: Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.




Quote: It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.


Quote: I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I must be lean and write and make worlds beside this to live in. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I must be lean and write and make worlds beside this to live in.


Quote: I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.


Quote: Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven -- and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive -- nothing more. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven -- and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive -- nothing more.


Quote: A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.


Quote: Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion.


Quote: Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream.


Quote: Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.


Quote: I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.


Quote: I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.


Quote: I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.


Quote: After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop.


Quote: But perhaps the most overlooked feature of her life was that she was human, and therefore fallible. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

But perhaps the most overlooked feature of her life was that she was human, and therefore fallible.


Quote: I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies, funny little dark squiggles of hair plastered over her head, with big, dark-blue eyes. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies, funny little dark squiggles of hair plastered over her head, with big, dark-blue eyes.


Quote: God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.


Quote: And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.


Quote: He taught me how to eat avocados by melting grape jelly and french dressing together in a saucepan and filling the cup of the pear with the garnet sauce. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

He taught me how to eat avocados by melting grape jelly and french dressing together in a saucepan and filling the cup of the pear with the garnet sauce.


Quote: I would rather be a mediocre writer than a bad actress. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I would rather be a mediocre writer than a bad actress.


Quote: You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.


Quote: There was a beautiful time. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There was a beautiful time.


Quote: There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice -- patched, retreaded and approved for the road. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice -- patched, retreaded and approved for the road.


Quote: The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.


Quote: I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us.


Quote: I am made, crudely, for success. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am made, crudely, for success.


Quote: I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.


Quote: There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.


Quote: I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.


Quote: What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam.


Quote: There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.




Quote: The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. ... The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. ... The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.


Quote: Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?


Quote: I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.


Quote: I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.




Quote: I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.


Quote: I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.


Quote: They would grow old. They would forget me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

They would grow old. They would forget me.


Quote: I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.). by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.).


Quote: I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction.


Quote: I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near onto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.




Quote: I didn't know what I was doing in New York. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.


Quote: I like you, but not too much. I don't want to like anybody too much. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I like you, but not too much. I don't want to like anybody too much.


Quote: Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady ... I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady ... I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?


Quote: Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness.


Quote: But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.


Quote: Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color--it's a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown ... I've tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color--it's a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown ... I've tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.- black text on quotes background

Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color--it's a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown ... I've tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.


Quote: I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?


Quote: I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.


Quote: Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity.


Quote: Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death -- mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death -- mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.- black text on quotes background

Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death -- mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.


Quote: And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.


Quote: For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.


Quote: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.


Quote: The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.


Quote: I hurl my heart to halt his pace. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.


Quote: Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.


Quote: Mother of otherness, Eat me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Mother of otherness, Eat me.


Quote: If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.


Quote: A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.


Quote: Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly.


Quote: Not being perfect hurts. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Not being perfect hurts.




Quote: I am going for a long walk. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am going for a long walk.


Quote: Rooms.Every room a world. To be god: to be every life before we die: a dream to drive men mad. But to be one person, one woman- to live, suffer, bear children and learn others lives and make them into print worlds spinning like planets in the minds of other men. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Rooms.Every room a world. To be god: to be every life before we die: a dream to drive men mad. But to be one person, one woman- to live, suffer, bear children and learn others lives and make them into print worlds spinning like planets in the minds of other men.






Quote: I remembered a worrisome course in the Victorian novel where woman after woman died, palely and nobly, in torrents of blood, after a difficult childbirth. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I remembered a worrisome course in the Victorian novel where woman after woman died, palely and nobly, in torrents of blood, after a difficult childbirth.


Quote: Piece by piece, as at the strokes of a dull godmother's wand, the old world sprang back into position. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Piece by piece, as at the strokes of a dull godmother's wand, the old world sprang back into position.




Quote: The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm.


Quote: I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.


Quote: I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.


Quote: For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.


Quote: A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk...
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk...
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.


Quote: 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? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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?




Quote: I moved in front of the medicine cabinet. If I looked in the mirror while I did it, it would be like watching somebody else, in a book or a play. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I moved in front of the medicine cabinet. If I looked in the mirror while I did it, it would be like watching somebody else, in a book or a play.


Quote: I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.


Quote: God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?


Quote: I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.


Quote: Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.


Quote: I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.


Quote: Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish.


Quote: Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've just got to turn away all the peripherals. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've just got to turn away all the peripherals.


Quote: I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can.


Quote: I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little.


Quote: The truth comes to me. The truth loves me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.


Quote: I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really can't! by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really can't!


Quote: It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.- black text on quotes background

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.


Quote: I was supposed to be having the time of my life. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.


Quote: Tomorrow is another day toward death. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Tomorrow is another day toward death.


Quote: Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that -- I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much -- so very much to learn. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that -- I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much -- so very much to learn.


Quote: I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.


Quote: The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.


Quote: Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.








Quote: I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.


Quote: Now I know how people can live without books, without college. ...and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Now I know how people can live without books, without college. ...and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.


Quote: How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?








Quote: But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.


Quote: I've got to have something. I want to stop it all, the whole monumental grotesque joke, before it's too late. But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I've got to have something. I want to stop it all, the whole monumental grotesque joke, before it's too late. But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.


Quote: I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.


Quote: Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.


Quote: I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.




Quote: Being mythological does wonders for one's ego. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Being mythological does wonders for one's ego.


Quote: God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.


Quote: I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last. But I gave it up. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last. But I gave it up.


Quote: But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew.


Quote: So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.


Quote: I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.


Quote: Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.




Quote: You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?




Quote: I must say that I am not very genteel and I feel that gentility has a stranglehold: the neatness, the wonderful tidiness, which is so evident everywhere in England is perhaps more dangerous than it would appear on the surface. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I must say that I am not very genteel and I feel that gentility has a stranglehold: the neatness, the wonderful tidiness, which is so evident everywhere in England is perhaps more dangerous than it would appear on the surface.






Quote: And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard's kitchen mat. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard's kitchen mat.




Quote: I think that in poetry personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau and so on. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: I think that in poetry personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau and so on.- black text on quotes background

I think that in poetry personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau and so on.


Quote: If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You'll halt the clock That syncopates our love. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.


Quote: I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.


Quote: I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.


Quote: Once one has seen God, what is the remedy? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?


Quote: Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.


Quote: Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one's ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one's ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.


Quote: I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.


Quote: The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.


Quote: The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.






Quote: I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.


Quote: Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.






Quote: All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.


Quote: As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.


Quote: Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then . by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then .


Quote: Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant -- but this is no indication of the true worth of one's total human identity: past, present and future! by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant -- but this is no indication of the true worth of one's total human identity: past, present and future!- black text on quotes background

Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant -- but this is no indication of the true worth of one's total human identity: past, present and future!




Quote: I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.


Quote: What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.








Quote: The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.


Quote: But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?






Quote: It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell-tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell-tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower.


Quote: I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.


Quote: The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.


Quote: If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.


Quote: Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.


Quote: I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, Kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.). by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, Kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.).


Quote: Something is gone.
My sleeping capsule, my red and blue zeppelin
Drops me from a terrible altitude.
Carapace smashed,
I spread to the beaks of birds. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Something is gone.
My sleeping capsule, my red and blue zeppelin
Drops me from a terrible altitude.
Carapace smashed,
I spread to the beaks of birds.


Quote: This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it.


Quote: She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.


Quote: But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.


Quote: I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.


Quote: I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.


Quote: This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.


Quote: I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.


Quote: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my eyes and all is born again. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)


Quote: 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. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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.


Quote: I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.


Quote: A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.


Quote: It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.


Quote: Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.


Quote: I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.


Quote: If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?


Quote: I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.


Quote: What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.


Quote: If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.'


Quote: Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.


Quote: Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled enemy? by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled enemy?






Quote: I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.


Quote: Stop trying to get me to write about 'decent courageous people' -- read the Ladies' Home Journal for those! I believe in going through and facing the worst, not hiding from it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Stop trying to get me to write about 'decent courageous people' -- read the Ladies' Home Journal for those! I believe in going through and facing the worst, not hiding from it.


Quote: I have stitched life into me like a rare organ. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

-- from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962.


Quote: The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.




Quote: The abstract kills, the concrete saves. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.


Quote: Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.


Quote: You are a dream; I hope I never meet you. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.


Quote: I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.


Quote: I think I am mad sometimes. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I think I am mad sometimes.


Quote: I felt wise and cynical as all hell. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.


Quote: After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.


Quote: I dream too much, work too little. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I dream too much, work too little.


Quote: I think I made you up inside my head. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I think I made you up inside my head.


Quote: So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.


Quote: What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.


Quote: I desire the things that will destroy me in the end. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.


Quote: We are not what we might be; what we are   Outlaws all extrapolation   Beyond the interval of now and here:   White whales are gone with the white ocean. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

We are not what we might be; what we are Outlaws all extrapolation Beyond the interval of now and here: White whales are gone with the white ocean.


Quote: If you dissect a bird   to diagram the tongue,   you'll cut the chord   articulating song. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.- black text on quotes background

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.


Quote: They might ignore me immediately. 
In my moon suit and funeral veil. 
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

They might ignore me immediately.
In my moon suit and funeral veil.
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.


Quote: She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden 
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. 
The moon has nothing to be sad about, 
Staring from her hood of bone. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.


Quote: Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.


Quote: Love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.


Quote: I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year. After all I am alive only by accident. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year. After all I am alive only by accident.


Quote: All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.
A far sea moves in my ear. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.
A far sea moves in my ear.


Quote: Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans, 
Having no reflections;
Unlike you, 
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike you
You, there on your back,
Eyes to the sky. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans,
Having no reflections;
Unlike you,
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike you
You, there on your back,
Eyes to the sky.


Quote: 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. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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.




Quote: To be aware that you must compete somehow, and yet that wealth and beauty are not in your realm. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I am I because of that. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am I because of that.


Quote: This mizzle fits me like a sad jacket. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

This mizzle fits me like a sad jacket.






Quote: In the air was the strong smell of masculinity which creates the ideal medium for me to exist in. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

In the air was the strong smell of masculinity which creates the ideal medium for me to exist in.


Quote: I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life.




Quote: Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.


Quote: I don't know how long I kept at it...
I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.
It didn't seem to be summer any more. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I don't know how long I kept at it...
I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.
It didn't seem to be summer any more.


Quote: Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing and love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: It wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat -- on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok -- I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat -- on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok -- I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.


Quote: When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.


Quote: That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
Save them for my funeral, I'd said. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
Save them for my funeral, I'd said.


Quote: How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.


Quote: I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.


Quote: I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.


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