Sylvia Plath Best Quotes & Sayings
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The frost makes a flower,
the dew makes a star. —
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

Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly. —
Sylvia Plath

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

As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am. —
Sylvia Plath

It never occurred to me to say no. —
Sylvia Plath

They mistake their star, these papery godfolk. —
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

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

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. —
Sylvia Plath

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road. —
Sylvia Plath

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower. —
Sylvia Plath

WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself. —
Lauren Groff

TB is like living with a bomb in your lungs. You just lie around very quietly hoping it won't go off —
Sylvia Plath

She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever. —
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

I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head. —
Sylvia Plath

...Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me... —
Sylvia Plath

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey. —
Sylvia Plath

You were doing fine," a familiar voice informed my ear, "until that man stepped into your path. —
Sylvia Plath

I went to the bronze boy whom I love, partly because no one really cares for him —
Sylvia Plath

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. —
Sylvia Plath

You inherit white heather, a bee's wing,
Two suicides, the family wolves,
Hours of blankness. —
Sylvia Plath

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. —
Sylvia Plath

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. —
Sylvia Plath