Sylvia Quotes

Sylvia Quote of the day

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.

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

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

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

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

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.

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

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

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

It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

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

But to betray her with battalion... That is against decency, against Nature...And for him, Christopher tietjens, to come down to the level of the men you met here!

Knowing it--knowing it's true is one thing, but believing what you know... well, there's the tough part.

We are not what we might be

The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enormously gifted poet whose death came carelessly, by mistake, and too soon.

Even amongst fierce flames/ The golden lotus can be planted.

Writing sharpens life

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I wished I hadn’t majored in women filling their pockets with stones and sticking their heads into ovens. Maybe tomorrow the pinhole would widen and I would want to be a marine biologist.

I must get my soul back from you

My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

There is no such thing as chance. Everything occurs as a result of cause and effect

We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!