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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 22

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I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.

Cutting, Fancy, Infatuation

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

Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

Depression, Night, Dawn

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.66, Anchor

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 forgot it.

Baby, Fighting, People

"The Bell Jar".

A living doll, everywhere you look. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk. . . . My boy, it's your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

Boys, Dolls, Looks

'The Applicant' (1966)

…beating time along the edge of thought.

Edges

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.26, Anchor

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

Change, July, Arrows

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.44, Hamilton Books

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Widows, Widowhood, Widowers

'Widow' (1971)

I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.

Distance, Men, Sight

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.44, Hamilton Books

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Stars, Night, Light

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.144, Faber & Faber

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.

Intelligent, Men, Firsts

Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.

Wrestling, Names

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.410, Faber & Faber

It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)

Mother, Suicide, Suicidal

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

People, Individual, Appeals

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.77, Faber & Faber

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

Ashes, Mouths, Mask

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.152, Anchor

I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

Crazy, Mind, Married

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.50, Hamilton Books

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

Space, Dumb, Mind

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.74, Hamilton Books

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

Gay, Order, Illusion

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.151, Anchor

We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.

Hate, Opposites, Hot

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.122, Anchor

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

Long, Heaven, Radio

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

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

Stars, Silence, Soul

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.160, Faber & Faber

And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and more- to learning. Always.

Progress, Done, Delusion

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.141, Anchor

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.

Thinking, Sea, Shoes

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.113, Faber & Faber

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, Past, Thinking

"The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath".

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

Skulls, Cracks, Exhausted

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.377, Anchor

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.

Mother, Reality, People

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.329, Anchor

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