Sylvia Plath Quotes

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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.

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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.

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Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.

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Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

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It is a terrible thing
To be so open: it is as if my heart
Put on a face and walked into the world.

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Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

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A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.

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But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of 'I' that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical, proud and assertive, and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession. The pen scratching on the paper…I…I…I…I…I…I.

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Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

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What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam.

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Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

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The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole— A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

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Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

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The thing about writing is not to talk, but to do it; no matter how bad or even mediocre it is, the process and production is the thing, not the sitting and theorizing about how one should write ideally, or how well one could write if one really wanted to or had the time.

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I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock-full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.

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What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.

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Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses
Chocolate fancies in rose-papered rooms.

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Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes travelling
Off from the centre like horses.

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Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

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I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

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I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

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Although this is the one man in the world for me, although I am using every fiber of my being to love him, even so, I am true to the essence of myself, and I know who that self is...

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