Top 500 Sylvia Plath Quotes (2024 Update)
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451. “I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”

— Sylvia Plath

452. “I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.”

— Sylvia Plath

453. “I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.”

— Sylvia Plath

454. “Death may whiten in sun or out of it.”

— Sylvia Plath

455. “The artist’s life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.”

— Sylvia Plath

456. “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

457. “As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can’t put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can’t.”

— Sylvia Plath

458. “I want to be silverly beautiful.”

— Sylvia Plath

459. “Only the mouth-hole piped out, Importunate cricket In a quarry of silences. The people of the city heard it. They hunted the stones, taciturn and separate, The mouth-hole crying their locations. Drunk as a fetus I suck at the paps of darkness. The food tubes embrace me. Sponges kiss my lichens away. The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry Open one stone eye. This is the after-hell: I see the light. A wind unstoppers the chamber.”

— Sylvia Plath

460. “Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished, why am I cold.”

— Sylvia Plath

461. “How many different deaths I can die?”

— Sylvia Plath

462. “I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.”

— Sylvia Plath

463. “Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”

— Sylvia Plath

464. “Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death – mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.”

— Sylvia Plath

465. “The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.”

— Sylvia Plath

466. “The balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence.”

— Sylvia Plath

467. “What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.”

— Sylvia Plath

468. “My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.”

— Sylvia Plath

469. “It doesn’t take two to dance, it only takes one.”

— Sylvia Plath

470. “I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.”

— Sylvia Plath

471. “I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.”

— Sylvia Plath

472. “You smile. No, it is not fatal.”

— Sylvia Plath

473. “Eccentricities, the perils of being too special, were reasoned and cooed from us like sucked thumbs.”

— Sylvia Plath

474. “To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to learn and understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

475. “People and trees receded on either hand like the dark sides of a tunnel as I hurtled on to the still, bright point at the end of it, the pebble at the bottom of the well, the white sweet baby cradled in its mother’s belly.”

— Sylvia Plath

476. “It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.”

— Sylvia Plath

477. “Though it’s quite clear all your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear, from me.”

— Sylvia Plath

478. “There is no life higher than the grasstops.”

— Sylvia Plath

479. “I’m doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.”

— Sylvia Plath

480. “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.”

— Sylvia Plath

481. “It’s like watching paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction – every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour.”

— Sylvia Plath

482. “I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.”

— Sylvia Plath

483. “She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.”

— Sylvia Plath

484. “I can’t think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.”

— Sylvia Plath

485. “It was a face that needed soap and water and Christian tolerance.”

— Sylvia Plath

486. “God, who am I?”

— Sylvia Plath

487. “I said: I must remember this, being small.”

— Sylvia Plath

488. “Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.”

— Sylvia Plath

489. “The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing.”

— Sylvia Plath

490. “Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity.”

— Sylvia Plath

491. “I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.”

— Sylvia Plath

492. “But writing poems and letters doesn’t seem to do much good.”

— Sylvia Plath

493. “Tomorrow is another day toward death.”

— Sylvia Plath

494. “Tireless, tied, as a moon-bound sea Moves.”

— Sylvia Plath

495. “Compared with me, a tree is immortal.”

— Sylvia Plath

496. “Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.”

— Sylvia Plath

497. “I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn’t see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.”

— Sylvia Plath

498. “They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disembowelled themselves when anything went wrong.”

— Sylvia Plath

499. “The lawn was white with doctors.”

— Sylvia Plath

500. “I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.”

— Sylvia Plath