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Jay Cee's ugly as sin.
— Sylvia Plath
Whenever I thought about men and men, and women and women, I could never really imagine what they would actually be doing.
— Sylvia Plath
My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.
— Sylvia Plath
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
— Sylvia Plath
Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.
— Sylvia Plath
I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.
— Sylvia Plath
What's in the bag?" Plath asked.
"Laptops and phones. And guns."
"Laptops and phones and guns, oh my!" Burnofsky parodied. — Michael Grant
"Laptops and phones. And guns."
"Laptops and phones and guns, oh my!" Burnofsky parodied. — Michael Grant
I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
— Sylvia Plath
I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.
— Sylvia Plath
I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew.
— Sylvia Plath
Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.
— Sylvia Plath
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
From the poem "Sheep in Fog", 2 December 1962, 28 January 1963 — Sylvia Plath
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
From the poem "Sheep in Fog", 2 December 1962, 28 January 1963 — Sylvia Plath
Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished, why am I cold.
— Sylvia Plath
A psychiatrist is the God of our age. But they cost money.
— Sylvia Plath
I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely
— Sylvia Plath
It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.
It made me tired just to think of it. — Sylvia Plath
It made me tired just to think of it. — Sylvia Plath
I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.
— Sylvia Plath
Write about the cow, Mrs. Spaulding's heavy eyelids, the smell of vanilla flavoring in a brown bottle. That's where the magic mountains begin.
— Sylvia Plath
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
— Sylvia Plath
Mother of otherness,
Eat me. — Sylvia Plath
Eat me. — Sylvia Plath
The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
— Sylvia Plath
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
— Sylvia Plath
The tulips are too red ... they hurt me.
— Sylvia Plath
I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
— Sylvia Plath
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
— Sylvia Plath
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
— Sylvia Plath
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?
— Sylvia Plath
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
— Sylvia Plath
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
— Sylvia Plath
The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
— Sylvia Plath
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person
— Sylvia Plath
I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.
— Sylvia Plath
We walk on air, Watson.
There is only the moon, embalmed in phosphorus.
There is only a crow in a tree. Make notes. — Sylvia Plath
There is only the moon, embalmed in phosphorus.
There is only a crow in a tree. Make notes. — Sylvia Plath
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
— Sylvia Plath
I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.
— Sylvia Plath
I cannot run, I am rooted, and the gorse hurts me
With its yellow purses, its spiky armoury.
I could not run without having to run forever. — Sylvia Plath
With its yellow purses, its spiky armoury.
I could not run without having to run forever. — Sylvia Plath
What do you do? I asked the man, to break the silence shooting up around me on all sides, thick as jungle grass
— Sylvia Plath
I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
— Sylvia Plath
Being mythological does wonders for one's ego.
— Sylvia Plath
They mistake their star, these papery godfolk.
— Sylvia Plath
That's tough, Joan," I said, picking up my book. "Because I don't like you. You make me puke, if you want to know.
— Sylvia Plath
What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul. — Sylvia Plath
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul. — Sylvia Plath
I am the magician's girl who does not flinch.
— Sylvia Plath
I have never read Sylvia Plath. My mother has never read Virginia Woolf. In general, we have stayed out of one another's way like this.
— Alison Bechdel
You defy questions;
You defy other godhood.
I walk dry on your kingdom's border,
Exiled to no good. — Sylvia Plath
You defy other godhood.
I walk dry on your kingdom's border,
Exiled to no good. — Sylvia Plath
Your room is not your prison. You are.
— Sylvia Plath
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
From the poem Mad Girl's Love Song — Sylvia Plath
But I grow old and I forget your name.
From the poem Mad Girl's Love Song — Sylvia Plath
I'm very interested in everything. The words fell with a hollow flatness on to Jay Cee's desk, like so many wooden nickels.
— Sylvia Plath
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
— Sylvia Plath
Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again.
— Sylvia Plath
Is anyone anywhere happy?
— Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath. Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college-girl mentality.
— Woody Allen
Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.
— Sylvia Plath
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
— Sylvia Plath
I knew you'd decide to be all right again.
— Sylvia Plath
You inherit white heather, a bee's wing,
Two suicides, the family wolves,
Hours of blankness. — Sylvia Plath
Two suicides, the family wolves,
Hours of blankness. — Sylvia Plath
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. — Sylvia Plath
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. — Sylvia Plath
You were doing fine," a familiar voice informed my ear, "until that man stepped into your path.
— Sylvia Plath
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
I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head.
— Sylvia Plath
I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.
— Sylvia Plath
She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.
— Sylvia Plath
TB is like living with a bomb in your lungs. You just lie around very quietly hoping it won't go off
— Sylvia Plath
There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.
— Sylvia Plath
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
— Sylvia Plath
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
From the poem "Cut", 24 October 1962 — Sylvia Plath
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
From the poem "Cut", 24 October 1962 — Sylvia Plath
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
— Sylvia Plath
Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.
— Sylvia Plath
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.
— Sylvia Plath
What did my arms do before they held you?
— Sylvia Plath
I can only hazard. In the back of my mind there are bombs falling, women and children screaming, but I can't describe it now.
— Sylvia Plath
I'm never going to get married."
"You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind."
"No. My mind's made up. — Sylvia Plath
"You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind."
"No. My mind's made up. — Sylvia Plath
So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something.
— Sylvia Plath
The big men are all deaf; they don't want to hear the little squeaking as they walk across the street on cleated boots.
— Sylvia Plath
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
— Sylvia Plath
It never occurred to me to say no.
— Sylvia Plath
Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
— Sylvia Plath
The frost makes a flower,
the dew makes a star. — Sylvia Plath
the dew makes a star. — Sylvia Plath