Sylvia Plath Quotes

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover.

I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if...

I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and saying Ah! in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as I we...

I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They seemed touching, and rather spectacular, and I thought I would carry them around w...

I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I...

I hated to serve men in any way.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boatStubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

I have taken a pill to killThe thinPapery feeling.

I knew something was wrong with me that summer, because all I could think about was the Rosenbergs and how stupid I'd been to buy all those uncomfortable, expensive clothes, hanging limp as fish in my...

I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.

I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate;...

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 liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forg...

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end...

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;At least when spring comes they roar back again.