Quotes About Sylvia Plath

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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, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”
Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

Sylvia Plath
“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath
“My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom—I am weak, tired, in revolt from the strong constructive humanitarian faith which presupposes a healthy, active intellect and will. There is nowhere to go.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Ted Hughes
“There is no better way to know us
Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.”
Ted Hughes

Sylvia Plath
“I don't know how long I kept at it...
I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.
It didn't seem to be summer any more”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.”
Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“Even amongst fierce flames/ The golden lotus can be planted.”
Bhagavid-Gita

Anne Carson
“[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.”
Anne Carson

Charlotte Eriksson
“My mind is killing me”
— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind”
Charlotte Eriksson

Christopher Hitchens
“Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness had in fact intersected with this darkling plain. In 1906 Winston Churchill, then the minister responsible for British colonies, had been honored by an invitation from Kaiser Wilhelm II to attend the annual maneuvers of the Imperial German Army, held at Breslau. The Kaiser was 'resplendent in the uniform of the White Silesian Cuirassiers' and his massed and regimented infantry...

reminded one more of great Atlantic rollers than human formations. Clouds of cavalry, avalanches of field-guns and—at that time a novelty—squadrons of motor-cars (private and military) completed the array. For five hours the immense defilade continued. Yet this was only a twentieth of the armed strength of the regular German Army before mobilization.

Strange to find Winston Churchill and Sylvia Plath both choosing the word 'roller,' in both its juggernaut and wavelike declensions, for that scene.”
Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir

Sylvia Plath
“There is history to read- centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“to be aware that you must compete somehow, and yet that wealth and beauty are not in your realm.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“I am I because of that.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Alana Massey
“Sylvia was an early literary manifestation of a young woman who takes endless selfies and posts them with vicious captions calling herself fat and ugly. She is at once her own documentarian and the reflexive voice that says she is unworthy of documentation. She sends her image into the world to be seen, discussed, and devoured, proclaiming that the ordinariness or ugliness of her existence does not remove her right to have it.”
Alana Massey, All the Lives I Want: Essays about My Best Friends Who Happen to Be Famous Strangers

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, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“but the very content that comes from finding yourself is overshadowed by the knowledge that by doing so you are admitting you are not only a grotesque, but a special kind of grotesque.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“It was inestimably important for me to look at the lights of Amherst town in the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist, and then look at the boy beside me and feel all the hurting beauty go flat because he wasn't the right one-not at all.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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