All Sylvia Plath Quotes
- Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. Bores
- I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here. Fossil
- Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all… All
- I didn't know shorthand either. This meant I couldn't get a good job after college. My mother kept telling me nobody wanted a plain English… All
- Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. Decided
- Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me… Afternoon
- I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a… Decided
- At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day. Then I knew what the problem was. I needed experience. How could… Adventure
- The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed. Depressed
- I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like… Ahead
- I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the… Abbreviations
- Is anyone anywhere happy? Anyone
- I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I… Accept
- I have stitched life into me like a rare organ Inspirational
- I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. Along
- I started adding up all the things I couldn't do. Adding
- I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key;… Body
- What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? Fingers
- With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead.… Always Shifting
- The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain. Blood
- The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality. Door
- So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. Lifetime
- I’ll never speak to God again. Death
- You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn. Baby
- This is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you Don't know what to make of… Awful