Feels Quotes by Sylvia Plath

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

— Sylvia Plath

I am what I feel and think and do.

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

I feel terribly vulnerable and 'not-myself' when I'm not writing.

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I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

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

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I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

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

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Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

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Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

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I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

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

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I must say that I am not very genteel and I feel that gentility has a stranglehold: the neatness, the wonderful tidiness,…

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Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged…

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

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I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of…

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I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D.,…

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Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but…

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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware…

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I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had…

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…* to learn that money makes life smooth in some ways, and to feel how tight and threadbare life is if you…

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I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds…

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I do feel that now and I feel that this development of recording poems, of speaking poems at readings, of having records…

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From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel…

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Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will…

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I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and…

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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…

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I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New…

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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false…

— 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

I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell,…

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I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my…

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Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I…

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Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world.…

— Sylvia Plath

I feel, am mad as any writer must in one way be; why not make it real? I am too close to…

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at…

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The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet…

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I always was interested in prose. As a teenager, I published short stories. And I always wanted to write the long short…

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There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only…

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Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God — or the universal woman-and-man — or anything much. I…

— Sylvia Plath