"In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor."
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Sylvia Plath quotes (page 25 of 31)
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"And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide."
"I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They seemed touching, and rather spectacular, and I thought I would carry them around with me, like the relic of a dead lover, till they wore off of their own accord."
"I used to pray to recover you."
"I hurl my heart to halt his pace."
"If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could."
"I think that in poetry personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau and so on."
"Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream"
"Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --"
"I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb."
"If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them."
"Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end."
"I do not fear it: I have been there."
"We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine."
"I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls."
"The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star."
"You've only got so long to live."
"Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness."
"It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more."
"I’ll never speak to God again."