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Sylvia Plath Quotes about Children

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Ironically, Henry James' biography comforts me & I long to make known to him his posthumous reputation he wrote, in pain, gave all his life (which is more than I could think of doing I have Ted, will have children but

Ironically, Henry James' biography comforts me & I long to make known to him his posthumous reputation he wrote, in pain, gave all his life (which is more than I could think of doing I have Ted, will have children but few friends) & the critics insulted & mocked him, readers didn't read him.

Sylvia Plath
Children, Pain, Thinking
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.373, Anchor

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

Sylvia Plath
Children, Perfection, Terrible
Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.63, Faber & Faber

A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.

Sylvia Plath
Children, Flower, Hair
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.17, Anchor

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.

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

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

What is so real as the cry of a child?

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

I had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my hair down to my waist, and reaching out for my first little squirmy child and saying its name, whatever it was.

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

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.

Sylvia Plath
Children, Thinking, Married
Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.45, Hamilton Books

But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew.

Sylvia Plath
Children, Lying, Hands

Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life. Don't have time to write"?

Sylvia Plath
Children, Giving Up, Writing
Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.33, Anchor

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