Sylvia Plath Quotes - Page 3

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Perfection is terrible; it cannot have children.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

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I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.

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My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

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I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

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Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.

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I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.

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Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.

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I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.

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I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

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Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.

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God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

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I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

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People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

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I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

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I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

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I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.

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I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew.

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I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.

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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

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I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.

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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

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Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

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A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

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Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

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So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

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Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness

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Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.

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I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.

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Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

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I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

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Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.

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The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

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It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

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England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there.

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And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

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My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

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

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A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.

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The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

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Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.

• Sylvia Plath / Poet

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm