Sylvia Plath Quotes
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.
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.
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
What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
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?
I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
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.
Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.
Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.
As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.
A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.
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.
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space, that you've got to burn away all the peripherals.
You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you.
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.
And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.
I could never be a complete scholar or a complete housewife ora completewriter: Imustcombinea little of all, and thereby be imperfect in all.
To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.
So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.