All Sylvia Plath Quotes
- Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God,… Air
- I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them. All
- If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. Classic
- The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals. All
- I think I made you up inside my head. Head
- Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. Bone
- I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. Anyone
- I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do… All
- I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. Couldn
- When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath.… Asked
- 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… Bed
- I must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping my head above… Anyone
- 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… Afraid
- And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. Cat
- I knew you'd decide to be all right again. All
- If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit. Blue
- The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and… Ate
- 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… Any
- Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was,… Backyard
- It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up… Afterward
- I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses. Acetylene
- I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and… Began
- Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy? Arbitrarily
- I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a… Began
- I am dead to them, even though I once flowered. Dead