Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 2

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I like people too much or not at all.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

What is so real as the cry of a child?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Your room is not your prison. You are.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The tulips are too red...they hurt me.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I want Books and Babies and Beef stews.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Don't let the wicked city get you down.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

…beating time along the edge of thought.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

There is more than one good way to drown.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

What did my arms do before they held you?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I said: I must remember this, being small.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

They would grow old. They would forget me.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Talking about my fears to others feeds it.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

There is no life higher than the grasstops

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

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

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The day I went into physics class it was death.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.