Sylvia Plath Quotes

The cat unsheathes its clawsthe world turns

A ring of gold with the sun in it?Lies. Lies and a grief.

A second wave collapsed over my feet, lipped with white froth, and the chill gripped my ankles with a mortal ache.

Although, I admit, I desire,Occasionally, some backtalkFrom the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:A certain minor light may stillLean incandescentOut of kitchen table or chairAs if a celestial burni...

And I, love, am a pathological liar.

And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth. I, too, was stunted, n...

Ash, ash —-You poke and stir.Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——A cake of soap,A wedding ring,A gold filling.Herr God, Herr LuciferBewareBeware.Out of the ashI rise with my red hairAnd I eat men lik...

At twenty I tried to dieAnd get back, back, back to you.I thought even the bones would do.

Be stoic when necessary and write-you have seen a lot, felt deeply, and your problems are universal enough to be made meaningful-WRITE.

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper...

Eternity bores me,I never wanted it.From the poem Years, 16 November 1962

Every woman adores a Fascist,The boot in the face, the bruteBrute heart of a brute like you.

Feel like the recluse who comes out into the world with a life-saving gospel to find everybody has learned a new language in the meantime and can't understand a word he's saying.

God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

How many different deaths I can die?

I am I am I am.

I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.

I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren't many around, I often unconsciously manufacture my own. and then, I retreat and revel in poetry and literatu...