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American poet, Birth: 27-10-1932, Death: 11-2-1963 Sylvia Plath Quotes
1.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath

'Do not anticipate that I will perpetually behave in an amiable and affectionate manner. There will be occasions where I shall act unresponsive, inconsiderate, and enigmatic.'
2.
If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.
Sylvia Plath

'If I ceased to ruminate, I'd be much more content.'
3.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
Sylvia Plath

4.
I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.
Sylvia Plath

5.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath

Similar Authors: Ralph Waldo Emerson William Shakespeare C. S. Lewis Rumi Samuel Johnson George Herbert George Eliot Maya Angelou Horace Charles Bukowski John Milton Alexander Pope Ovid Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Lord Byron
6.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath

7.
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
Sylvia Plath

8.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
Sylvia Plath

Quote Topics by Sylvia Plath: Thinking Writing People Men Heart Inspirational Feminism Depression Want Bell Jar Sleep Lying Stars Long Eye Mother Real Baby Running World Suicide Dream Beautiful Girl Years Children Life Book Dark Moon
9.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Sylvia Plath

10.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.
Sylvia Plath

11.
Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.
Sylvia Plath

12.
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.
Sylvia Plath

13.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Sylvia Plath

14.
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.
Sylvia Plath

15.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
Sylvia Plath

16.
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.
Sylvia Plath

17.
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
Sylvia Plath

18.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia Plath

19.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
Sylvia Plath

20.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
Sylvia Plath

21.
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?
Sylvia Plath

22.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Sylvia Plath

23.
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.
Sylvia Plath

24.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
Sylvia Plath

25.
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.
Sylvia Plath

26.
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
Sylvia Plath

27.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
Sylvia Plath

28.
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless 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.
Sylvia Plath

29.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
Sylvia Plath

30.
Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
Sylvia Plath

31.
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
Sylvia Plath

32.
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.
Sylvia Plath

33.
Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.
Sylvia Plath

34.
After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.
Sylvia Plath

35.
Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.
Sylvia Plath

36.
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still
Sylvia Plath

37.
Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.
Sylvia Plath

38.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
Sylvia Plath

39.
I think I made you up inside my head.
Sylvia Plath

40.
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.
Sylvia Plath

41.
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.
Sylvia Plath

42.
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.
Sylvia Plath

43.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
Sylvia Plath

44.
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Sylvia Plath

45.
I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.
Sylvia Plath

46.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Sylvia Plath

47.
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
Sylvia Plath

48.
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.
Sylvia Plath

49.
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
Sylvia Plath

50.
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
Sylvia Plath