Sylvia Plath Quotes

I believe that there are people who think as I do, who have thought as I do, who will think as I do. There are those who will live, unconscious of me, but continuing my attitude, so to speak, as I con...

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.You leave the same impressionOf something beautiful, but annihilating.Both of you are great light borrowers.Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffe...

I was my own woman.The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling...

Is it the sea you hear in me,Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

When I say I must write, I don't mean I must publish. There is a great difference. the important thing is the chaotic form given to my chaotic experience, which is, as it was for James Joyce, my kind...

Unless you can be yourself, you won't stay with anyone for long.

The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.

I don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?"Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tendern...

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

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 see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love t...

If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wantedTo lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.How free it is, you have no idea how free——The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,And it asks nothing, a na...

All night your moth-breathFlickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.A far sea moves in my ear.

Then it hit me and I just blurted, 'I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

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 the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch...

When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I crawled straight for the coming wave and was just through the wall of green when she caught my heels.