Sylvia Plath Quotes

I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence.

I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of sou...

I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yell...

I seem to grow more acutely conscious of the swift passage of time as I grow older. When I was small, days and hours were long and spacious, and there was play and acres of leisure, and many children'...

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.

If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

Let me sit in a flowerpot,The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

Mad Girl's Love SongI shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blac...

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

My mind is, to use a disgustingly obvious simile, like a wastebasket full of waste paper; bits of hair, and rotting apple cores. I am feeling depressed from being exposed to so many lives, so many of...

My mother smiled. I know my baby wasn't like that.I looked at her. Like what?Like those awful people. Those awful dead people at that hospital. She paused. I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

My world falls apart, crumbles, The centre cannot hold. There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eye...

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.

Now I am silent, hateUp to my neck,Thick, thick.I do not speak.

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know wh...

Ordering drinks always floored me. I didn't know whisky from gin andnever managed to get anything I really liked the taste of. Buddy Willard andthe other college boys I knew were usually too poor to b...