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Sylvia Plath Quotes about Loneliness

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath
Loneliness, Dark, Long
Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

How we need another soul to cling to.

Sylvia Plath
Loneliness, Soul, Needs
Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.46, Anchor

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever.

Sylvia Plath
Clever, Loneliness, Jealous
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.200, Anchor

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

Sylvia Plath
Loneliness, Moving, New Horizons
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.147, Anchor

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

Sylvia Plath
Loneliness, Party, Grief
Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.

Sylvia Plath
Nice, Loneliness, Vacation
Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

Sylvia Plath
Loneliness, Self, Joy
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.31, Anchor

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

Sylvia Plath
Fear, Loneliness, Thinking
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.29, Anchor

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