Sylvia Plath Short Quotes

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And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.

Sylvia Plath

What a thrill —
My thumb instead of an onion.

Sylvia Plath

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

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The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.

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I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

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I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

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White
Godiva, I unpeel —
Dead hands dead stringencies.

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The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

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For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.

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I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.

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If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

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The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.

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Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

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If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.

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In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor.

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I feel terribly vulnerable and 'not-myself' when I'm not writing.

Sylvia Plath

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

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I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.

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Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

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The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.

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Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

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I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

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