Sylvia Plath Quotes

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

I need a year to get perspective, to free myself before I decide to be “of human bondage.” And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

So many people were shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental.

The mind makes and makes, spinning its web.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

Along red network of his veins
What fires run, what craving wakes?

Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy...

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will...

The main point of the article was that a man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two worlds and the two different sets of emotions together properly.

People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick and couldn't sleep.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

I am at my best in illogical, sensuous description.