Moon Quotes by Sylvia Plath

The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing.…

— Sylvia Plath

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up…

— Sylvia Plath

My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth…

— Sylvia Plath

“Water will run by rule; the actual sun / Will scrupulously rise and set; / No little man lives in the exacting…

— Sylvia Plath

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

— Sylvia Plath

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of…

— Sylvia Plath

“I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; My eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out;…

— Sylvia Plath

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

— Sylvia Plath

“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are…

— Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I…

— Sylvia Plath

“The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags…

— Sylvia Plath

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my…

— Sylvia Plath

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic…

— Sylvia Plath

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by…

— Sylvia Plath

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the…

— Sylvia Plath

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the…

— Sylvia Plath

“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my…

— Sylvia Plath

“Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild. And the message of…

— Sylvia Plath

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags…

— Sylvia Plath

“I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars Inside the church, the…

— Sylvia Plath