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Quotes by Sylvia Plath (Page 2 of 2)

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.


Quote: I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.


Quote: Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.


Quote: Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.


Quote: Masks are the order of the day -- and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Masks are the order of the day -- and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.


Quote: We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.


Quote: I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.


Quote: There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction -- every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.




Quote: The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.


Quote: I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.


Quote: You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... 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

You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will not be still.


Quote: My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.


Quote: Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.- black text on quotes background

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.


Quote: I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.- black text on quotes background

I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.


Quote: Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.


Quote: All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.




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

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


Quote: It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.
It made me tired just to think of it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.
It made me tired just to think of it.


Quote: I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.


Quote: And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter-- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter-- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.


Quote: To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to learn and understand. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to learn and understand.


Quote: Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.


Quote: August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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


Quote: I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.


Quote: Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.


Quote: It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.


Quote: I have felt great advances in my poetry, the main one being a growing victory over word nuances and a superfluity of adjectives. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I have felt great advances in my poetry, the main one being a growing victory over word nuances and a superfluity of adjectives.


Quote: My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.


Quote: Didn't you know I'm going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don't feel badly, I didn't either! by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Didn't you know I'm going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don't feel badly, I didn't either!


Quote: Arrogant, I think I have written lines which qualify me to be The Poetess of America (as Ted will be The Poet of England and her dominions). by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Arrogant, I think I have written lines which qualify me to be The Poetess of America (as Ted will be The Poet of England and her dominions).


Quote: My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen.


Quote: Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that way in my writing -- and am often overweighted with heavy descriptive passages and a kaleidoscope of similes. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that way in my writing -- and am often overweighted with heavy descriptive passages and a kaleidoscope of similes.


Quote: I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to really like them deeply -- to value them as friends. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to really like them deeply -- to value them as friends.


Quote: A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.


Quote: I have a visual imagination. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I have a visual imagination.


Quote: I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew.


Quote: Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.


Quote: Widow. The word consumes itself. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Widow. The word consumes itself.




Quote: Every woman adores a Fascist. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Every woman adores a Fascist.

Longer Version/[Notes]:

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


Quote: I felt proud that the baby's first real adventure should be as a protest against the insanity of world annihilation. Already a certain percentage of unborn children are doomed by fallout, and no one knows the cumulative effects of what is already poisoning the air and sea. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

I felt proud that the baby's first real adventure should be as a protest against the insanity of world annihilation. Already a certain percentage of unborn children are doomed by fallout, and no one knows the cumulative effects of what is already poisoning the air and sea.




Quote: Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.


Quote: If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.


Quote: Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.


Quote: Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.


Quote: Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote; white text on black background

Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.


Quote: Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.


Quote: It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative -- whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative -- whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.


Quote: There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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

Longer Version/[Notes]:

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.'

I meditate in the bath.The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water's up to your neck.


Quote: 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

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.




Quote: My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land -- the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land -- the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own.


Quote: I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

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

Longer Version/[Notes]:

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between...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 love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.


Quote: There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.


Quote: I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.


Quote: A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, felt the axis wrench and a polar chill immobilize my bones. I would be a bystander, a museum mammoth. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, felt the axis wrench and a polar chill immobilize my bones. I would be a bystander, a museum mammoth.


Quote: When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I crawled straight for the coming wave and was just through the wall of green when she caught my heels. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I crawled straight for the coming wave and was just through the wall of green when she caught my heels.


Quote: I am a victim of introspection. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I am a victim of introspection.


Quote: I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled.


Quote: If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward, I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of Sylvia Plath quote: If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward, I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.- black text on quotes background

If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward, I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.


Quote: I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.


Quote: Wear your heart on your skin in this life. by author Sylvia Plath overlaid on photo of photo of author Sylvia Plath with quote

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.


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