All Sylvia Plath Quotes
- What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security. Infinite
- The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther. Comforting
- The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you. Funny
- I collect men with interesting names. Collect
- I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. All
- The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom. Alive
- The truth comes to me. The truth loves me. Funny
- I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and… Birch
- My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death. Cowardice
- All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. All
- It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another… Ago
- ..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my… All
- Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing. All
- I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have… Bed
- They would grow old. They would forget me. Forget
- Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones. Bones
- I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous. Easily
- I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with… Anything Wrong
- I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful… Beautiful
- I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. Dark
- The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower. Coolly
- When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue. Instead of the world being divided up into Catholics and Protestants or Republicans and Democrats or… Black
- I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near… Anything Like
- What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. Death
- So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the… Blessedly