All Sylvia Plath Quotes
- So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness… Aloneness
- Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read… Antoine
- It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't… All
- I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists All
- To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange… Cry
- Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die. All
- Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God Body
- A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the… Bring
- You are a dream; I hope I never meet you. Dream
- Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness,… Alive
- So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality and permanence be… Age
- To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism. Annihilate
- Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong,… Acceptance
- The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull. All
- What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. Age
- I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain. Cold
- Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Cry
- I wondered what I thought I was burying. Burying
- August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. August
- I like people too much or not at all. All
- The lawn was white with doctors Doctors
- I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Ability
- Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. Died
- I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I… All
- For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt. Acres