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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 21

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It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

Depression, Silly, Tired

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.95, Faber & Faber

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

Doubt, Ricochet, Certainty

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.78, Anchor

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

Jumping, Numbers, Stories

sylvia plath (1971). “the bell jar”

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

Hopeless

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.119, Faber & Faber

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

Flesh, Cowardice

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.78, Hamilton Books

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

Dark, Kissing, Sea

Sylvia Plath (2011). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.150, Faber & Faber

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

Sleep, Pills, Lasts

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

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

Burying

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.125, Hamilton Books

The lawn was white with doctors

Doctors, White, Lawns

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor or pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

Baby, Pain, Home

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.35, Hamilton Books

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks.

Departure, Mark, Knowledgeable

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.125, Hamilton Books

Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

Purpose, Pay, Broke

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.46, Hamilton Books

I want to be silverly beautiful.

Beautiful, Want

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.76, Anchor

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

Summer, Writing, People

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.62, Hamilton Books

Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.

Depression, Fall, Eye

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.155, Anchor

... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself in a straightjacket, and a drain on the family, murdering your mother in actuality, killing the edifice of love and respect built up over the years in the hearts of other people.

Depression, Mother, Heart

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.87, Anchor

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

Writing, Letters, Writing Poems

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.

Tonight, May, Fool

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.8, Anchor

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.

Believe, Sleep, Ideas

"The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath".

The day I went into physics class it was death.

Class, Physics

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.20, Hamilton Books

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 yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction.

Hate, Ocean, Blue

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.23, Hamilton Books

we walk the plank with strangers.

Stranger, Walks

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.7, Faber & Faber

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

Writing, America, People

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.54, Hamilton Books

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

Girl, Confused, People

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.137, Anchor

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

Rose, Caves, Hung

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

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