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Sylvia Plath Quotes about Heart

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Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

Tattoo, Heart, Skins

Sylvia Plath (1994). “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams”

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

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

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

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

Heart, My Heart, Fingers

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Winter Trees”, p.35, Faber & Faber

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

Heart, Pool, Frail

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.55, Faber & Faber

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

Heart, Spiders, My Heart

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.119, Faber & Faber

It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.

Heart, World, Faces

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

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

Heart, Pace, My Heart

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.337, Faber & Faber

I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathise with these cries from the heart that are informed by nothing except a needle or a knife, or whatever it is.

Heart, Emotional, Thinking

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There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

Heart, Hair, Blood

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.25, Faber & Faber

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? - Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

Heart, Sleep, Dark

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

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

Moving, Heart, Our Love

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.285, Faber & Faber

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

Heart, Red, Bowls

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

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

Heart, Eye, Keys

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.268, Faber & Faber

If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.

Heart, Eye, Waiting

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.314, Faber & Faber

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

New York, Heart, Dark

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.59, Hamilton Books

... 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

O heart, such disorganization!

Heart, Disorganization

Sylvia Plath (2011). “Selected Poems of Sylvia Plath”, p.38, Faber & Faber

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

Heart, Blood, Black

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

Heart, Boots, Faces

"Daddy" l. 48 (1963)

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