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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 4

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That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.

Love Life, Giving, Matter

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.102, Anchor

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

Men, Hair, Ashes

"Lady Lazarus" l. 82 (1963)

O love, how did you get here?

"Ariel: The Restored Edition".

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.

Rain, Writing, August

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.9, Anchor

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

Happiness, Nature, Air

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

Jealous, Writing, Thinking

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.20, Anchor

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

Soul, Feminism, Flesh

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

Depression, Running, Two

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.395, Anchor

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.

Mother, Selfless, World

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.98, Anchor

I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.

Eye, Feminism, Pits

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.60, Anchor

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

Girl, Being Different, Important

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.197, Anchor

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Sleep, Dark, Dark Things

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.35, Faber & Faber

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

Men, Want, Infinite

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.38, Hamilton Books

I woke to the sound of rain.

Rain, Sound, Sound Of Rain

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

I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I'd better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer to NOT feel, NOT to let the world touch one.

Character, Fate, Numbness

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.64, Anchor

The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.

Sky

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

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

Heart, Men, Purple

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.46, Anchor

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

Thinking, People, Feminism

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.9, Anchor

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

Moon, Light, Radiance

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

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

Depression, Silence, Feminism

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.12, Hamilton Books

No day is safe from news of you.

News, Safe

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.45, Faber & Faber

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

Going Away, Want, Awful

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.234, Anchor

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

Another Day, Tomorrow, Tomorrow Is Another Day

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.81, Anchor

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

Spring, Eye, Perspective

sylvia plath (1971). “the bell jar”

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

Silence, Want, Blackness

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