All Sylvia Plath Quotes
- I do not fear it: I have been there. Been
- You can delete me on Facebook, you can unfollow me on Twitter, you can delete my number, but you can never unlick my butthole. Butthole
- The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the… Fear
- I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is… Bit
- You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you. Able
- If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and… All
- Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out. Coins
- The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering… All
- Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance. Blissful
- You know what lies are for. Deceit
- I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath. Bath
- I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. Afraid
- We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves. Consolidate
- I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can Beer
- The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm Behind
- The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving… Abases
- If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier. Didn
- So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in… Boxes
- I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak. Cry
- I am what I feel and think and do. Feel
- 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 want is blackness,… All
- Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey. Catch
- See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life. Cannot Contain
- Widow. The word consumes itself. Consumes
- Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a… Blood