Sylvia Plath Quotes

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

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
“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
“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
“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

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

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

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

“We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!”
Avijeet Das

Sylvia Plath
“Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının adam boyu karıydı, okulları, iş yerlerini, kiliseleri kapattırıp bir gün boyunca ya da daha uzun süreyle not ve randevu defterlerinin, masa takvimlerinin üstünde bomboş, tertemiz bir sayfa bırakan türden bir kar.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Kafamda akıl namına ne kalmışsa onu kullanarak bedenimi tuzağa düşürmem gerekiyordu, yoksa beni elli yıl boyunca o ahmak kafesinde hiçbir anlamı olmayan bir yaşama mahkûm edecekti.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Pazar - doktorların cenneti! Doktorlar özel kulüplerde, doktorlar deniz kıyısında, doktorlar metresleriyle birlikte, doktorlar karılarıyla birlikte, doktorlar kilisede, doktorlar yatlarında, doktorlar her yerde, kesinlikle doktor değil, bugün yalnızca insan.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Durumun ne kadar umutsuzsa, seni o kadar uzağa saklamaya çalışırlar.”
Sylvia Plath

“Despite having two young children to mother, [Sylvia Plath] seemed inept at the basics of life, always needing help.”
Rob Jovanovic, A Version of Reason: In Search of Richey Edwards

Kay Redfield Jamison
“That such a final, tragic, and awful thing is suicide can exist in the midst of remarkable beauty is one of the vastly contradictory and paradoxical aspects of life and art.”
Kay Redfield Jamison, Touched with Fire: Manic-Depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament

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