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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 16

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I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mini.

Believe, Intelligent, Able

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Like a cat I have nine times to die.

Cat, Nine, Dies

Sylvia Plath “Poemas”, Editora Iluminuras Ltda

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

Thinking, Turkeys, Necks

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.36, Hamilton Books

You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will not be still.

Inspirational, Life, Beautiful

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.56, Faber & Faber

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

Moving, Heart, Our Love

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.285, Faber & Faber

They would grow old. They would forget me.

Forget, Forget Me, Grows

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.81, Hamilton Books

You know what lies are for.

Lying, Deceit, Knows

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.47, Faber & Faber

How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?

Hurt, Feelings, Pieces

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.22, Anchor

Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.

Inspirational, Life, Ignorance

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.

Nice, Loneliness, Vacation

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Writing, Way, Chaos

In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.

Sense Of Humor, Spite, Stills

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.138, Faber & Faber

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

Beautiful, Wind, Giving

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Winter Trees”, p.25, Faber & Faber

…'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

Running, Together, Way

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.23, Anchor

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

Years, Nine, Strange

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.40, Hamilton Books

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

Children, Real, Soul

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.72, Faber & Faber

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.

Black, Decay, Sun

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.206, Faber & Faber

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

Snow, Cadavers, Landscape

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.122, Hamilton Books

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

Sky, Needs, Orion

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.199, Anchor

I do not know who I am tonight.

Who I Am, Tonight, Knows

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.184, Anchor

Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?

Jealousy, Selfish, Writing

Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Frances Monson McCullough (1991). “The journals of Sylvia Plath”

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

Growing Up, World, Littles

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.114, Hamilton Books

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?

Men, Intelligent, Combination

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.15, Anchor

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.

Inspirational, Men, Rooms

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.212, Anchor

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?

God, Remedy

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Winter Trees”, p.18, Faber & Faber

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