Sylvia Plath

I am not cruel, only truthful.

— Sylvia Plath

“Ready for a new life”

— Sylvia Plath

I am a victim of introspection.

— Sylvia Plath

I used to pray to recover you.

— Sylvia Plath

“I wait and ache.”

— Sylvia Plath

I do not know who I am tonight.

— Sylvia Plath

Mother of otherness, Eat me.

— Sylvia Plath

You know what lies are for.

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

They would grow old. They would forget me.

— Sylvia Plath

“Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.”

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

“Kiss me and you'll know how important I am.”

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.

— Sylvia Plath

“I collected men with interesting names.”

— Sylvia Plath

“To the person in The Bell Jar, black and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream”

— Sylvia Plath

“In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars ...”

— Sylvia Plath

“I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck…

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

“I’m not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.”

— Sylvia Plath

In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

There is an increasing market for mental hospital stuff. I am a fool if I don't relive it, recreate it.

— Sylvia Plath

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…

— Sylvia Plath

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got…

— Sylvia Plath

It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to…

— Sylvia Plath

“And we, too, had a relationship— Tight wires between us, Pegs too deep to uproot, and a mind like a ring Sliding…

— Sylvia Plath

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness, being tortured...with an informed…

— Sylvia Plath

“It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my…

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as…

— Sylvia Plath

The thing about writing is not to talk, but to do it; no matter how bad or even mediocre it is, the…

— Sylvia Plath

On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery…

— Sylvia Plath

“The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls…

— Sylvia Plath

“I shall move north. I shall move into a long blackness. I see myself as a shadow, neither man nor woman, Neither…

— Sylvia Plath

“Nick and the Candlestick I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes…

— Sylvia Plath

“Mirror I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by…

— Sylvia Plath

“The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing. Memories growing,…

— Sylvia Plath

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself ... the old primitive urge for survival.…

— Sylvia Plath