Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 1

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Character is fate.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Not being perfect hurts.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Is anyone anywhere happy?

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The box is only temporary.

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There was a beautiful time.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

You know what lies are for.

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I think I am mad sometimes.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I have a visual imagination.

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I woke to the sound of rain.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Mother of otherness, Eat me.

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I think I may well be a Jew.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

O love, how did you get here?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Every woman adores a Fascist.

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I am not cruel, only truthful.

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I’ll never speak to God again.

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O heart, such disorganization!

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I used to pray to recover you.

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I do not know who I am tonight.

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I am a victim of introspection.

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You smile. No, it is not fatal.

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Everything in life is writable.

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The lawn was white with doctors

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You've only got so long to live.

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Is there no way out of the mind?

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I am myself. That is not enough.

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No day is safe from news of you.

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I am made, crudely, for success.

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I am too pure for you or anyone.

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Widow. The word consumes itself.

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I want to be silverly beautiful.

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we walk the plank with strangers.

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Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.

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I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

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It never occurred to me to say no.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I am what I feel and think and do.

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I dream too much, work too little.

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What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

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I talk to God but the sky is empty.

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And I, love, am a pathological liar.

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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

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Like a cat I have nine times to die.

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How many different deaths I can die?

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I do not fear it: I have been there.

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How we need another soul to cling to.

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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

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I collect men with interesting names.

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I think I made you up inside my head.