All Sylvia Plath Quotes
- I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why… Any
- Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences. Classic
- because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass… Air
- I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless… Admit
- I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with… Colossal
- You smile. No, it is not fatal. Fatal
- I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are… Friends
- I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau… Beautiful
- Mother of otherness, Eat me. Eat
- A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage. Black
- There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends. Classic
- I feel, am mad as any writer must in one way be; why not make it real? I am too close to the bourgeois society… Any
- So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you… Afterward
- Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve… Acutely
- I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted… Absently
- I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy. Air
- How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl? Girl
- If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. Anybody
- All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I… Air
- God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies. Flies
- Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this… Able
- Oh what a poet I will flay myself into. Flay
- I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one. Bath
- Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air. Air
- There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in… All