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Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 5

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Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

Heart, Clouds, Faces

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

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

Needs, World

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.191, Anchor

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Darkness, Cracks

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

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

Bleeding, Weak, Let Me

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.124, Anchor

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.

Dream, Giving, Mind

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

What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

Lying

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.30, Faber & Faber

It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

Believe, Unique, Wind

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.29, Anchor

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

Lying, Love Is, Sea

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

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

War, Soldier, Would Be

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

Everything in life is writable.

Life Is

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.85, Anchor

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

Trying, Wanted, Ifs

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.182, Anchor

To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to learn and understand.

Women, Learning, Laughing

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

Skulls, Yesterday, Slime

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.57, Anchor

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Wrinkles, Feet, Tree

1963 The Bell Jar, ch.7.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

Shadow, Negative, Melting

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.7, Hamilton Books

I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.

Truthful, Dislike, Preconceptions

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Selected Poems of Sylvia Plath”, p.33, Faber & Faber

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Success, Writing, Stink

Barry Kyle, Sylvia Plath (1976). “Sylvia Plath, a Dramatic Portrait: Conceived and Adapted from Her Writings, by Barry Kyle”

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

Girl, People, Strange

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

Art, Crazy, Mad

"Lady Lazarus" l. 43 (1963)

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

Bell Jar, Wanted

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.90, Hamilton Books

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

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

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

Important, Betray, Company

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.70, Anchor

I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.

Jobs, Writing, Expression

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

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

Tattoo, Glasses, Body

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Pain, Heart, Blood

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

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