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The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait’s begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn’t say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 Quotes)
Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 Quotes)
I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn’t stir (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I don’t see,’ I said, ‘how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you’re young you’re so self-reliant. You don’t even need much religion (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust? (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
No, I won’t try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter ‘Did you have a nice vacation?’ ‘Oh, yes, and you?’ I’ll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant - but this is no indication of the true worth of one’s total human identity: past, present and future! (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some God or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won’t notice. My heart is a stopped geranium (Sylvia Plath Quotes)
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 Quotes)