Sylvia Plath Quotes about Lying

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What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

Sylvia Plath

Lying

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

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.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Love Is, Sea

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

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Love Is, Shadow

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

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Flower, Hands

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Flower, Hands

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.14, Faber & Faber

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Heaven, May

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.47, Faber & Faber

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Flower, Sleep

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.110, Faber & Faber

Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so I could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Writing, Years

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.32, Anchor

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Grief, Gold

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.199, Faber & Faber

One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull it tight around her throat. But always just as the air stopped coming and she felt the rushing grow louder in her ears, her hands would slacken and let go, and she would lie there panting for breath, cursing the dumb instinct in her body that fought to go on living

Sylvia Plath

Letting Go, Suicide, Lying

You know what lies are for.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Deceit, Knows

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.47, Faber & Faber

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

Sylvia Plath

Wall, Lying, Light

Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.14, Faber & Faber

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

Sylvia Plath

Lying, Sea, Sick

Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.135, Faber & Faber

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

Sylvia Plath Quotes about Lying

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