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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 10

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Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

Mirrors, Loyal

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Winter Trees”, p.9, Faber & Faber

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

Mother, Rose, Funeral

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.103, Hamilton Books

I collect men with interesting names.

Men, Names, Interesting

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.28, Hamilton Books

I can't deceive myself out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

Suicide, Real, Character

"The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath".

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.

Night, Long Ago, Track

Sylvia Plath (2013). “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: and other prose writings”, p.215, Faber & Faber

What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had these plans on the tip of my tongue. "I don't really know," I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.

Book, Writing, School

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.19, Hamilton Books

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

Bell Jar, Time Of My Life, Supposed To Be

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.3, Hamilton Books

The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.

Running, Queens, Ambition

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.24, Anchor

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

Poet

Sylvia Plath (2000). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962”, Anchor

I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.

Thinking, Who I Am, Enlightened

Sylvia Plath, Aurelia Schober Plath (1975). “Letters home: correspondence, 1950-1963”, HarperCollins Publishers

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

Powerful, Drinking, Thinking

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.8, Hamilton Books

Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?

Animal, Frustration, Feelings

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.16, Anchor

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

Heart, Pace, My Heart

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.337, Faber & Faber

I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most are the Americans. There are very few contemporary English poets that I admire.

Years, Fifty, Poet

Source: www.english.illinois.edu

Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

Voice, Secret, Intuition

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.6, Hamilton Books

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality and permanence be damned. Sure I want them, but they are nonexistent, and won't matter when I rot underground. All I want to say is: I made the best of a mediocre job. It was a good fight while it lasted. And so life goes.

Jobs, Reading, Fighting

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.149, Anchor

What did my arms do before they held you?

Arms

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

Tone, Variation, Want

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.43, Anchor

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.

Ideas, Say Anything, Bed

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.93, Hamilton Books

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 were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.

Men, Black, Ugly

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.96, Faber & Faber

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

Want, Good Things, Please

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.156, Anchor

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

Trouble, Bell Jar, Inadequate

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.41, Hamilton Books

Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

Country, Forever, Mind

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.145, Anchor

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?

Laughter, Self, Tears

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.13, Anchor

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sleep, Night, Want

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.30, Anchor

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