Top 500 Sylvia Plath Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “I love the people,′ I said. ‘I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.”

— Sylvia Plath

252. “But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.”

— Sylvia Plath

253. “And there’s the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.”

— Sylvia Plath

254. “We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.”

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

256. “Don’t let the wicked city get you down.”

— Sylvia Plath

257. “I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.”

— Sylvia Plath

258. “I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string. I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.”

— Sylvia Plath

259. “The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.”

— Sylvia Plath

260. “There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart – It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.”

— Sylvia Plath

261. “Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man...”

— Sylvia Plath

262. “A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds...”

— Sylvia Plath

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263. “Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly.”

— Sylvia Plath

264. “I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.”

— Sylvia Plath

265. “People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. From the poem “Sheep in Fog”, 2 December 1962, 28 January 1963.”

— Sylvia Plath

266. “Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.”

— Sylvia Plath

267. “Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.”

— Sylvia Plath

268. “I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”

— Sylvia Plath

269. “I’ll never speak to God again.”

— Sylvia Plath

270. “I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.”

— Sylvia Plath

271. “I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.”

— Sylvia Plath

272. “A feeling of tenderness filled my heart. My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.”

— Sylvia Plath

273. “Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.”

— Sylvia Plath

274. “As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.”

— Sylvia Plath

275. “The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.”

— Sylvia Plath

276. “She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.”

— Sylvia Plath

277. “The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.”

— Sylvia Plath

278. “I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.”

— Sylvia Plath

279. “I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”

— Sylvia Plath

280. “The future is what matters – because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present – like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.”

— Sylvia Plath

281. “In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.”

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

283. “I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, ‘Ah!’ in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn’t, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.”

— Sylvia Plath

284. “I wonder if art divorced from normal and conventional living is as vital as art combined with living: in a word, would marriage sap my creative energy and annihilate my desire for written and pictorial expression which increases with this depth of unsatisfied emotion... or would I achieve a fuller expression in art as well as in the creation of children?”

— Sylvia Plath

285. “Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.”

— Sylvia Plath

286. “The poet made eating salad with your fingers seem to be the only natural and sensible thing to do.”

— Sylvia Plath

287. “I am sure there are things that can’t be cured by a good bath but I can’t think of one.”

— Sylvia Plath

288. “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

289. “I do not know who I am, where I am going – and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.”

— Sylvia Plath

290. “Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.”

— Sylvia Plath

291. “All through June the writing course had stretched before me like a bright, safe bridge over the dull gulf of summer. Now I saw it totter and dissolve, and a body in a white blouse and green skirt plummet into the gap.”

— Sylvia Plath

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

— Sylvia Plath

293. “I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.”

— Sylvia Plath

294. “Is anyone anywhere happy?”

— Sylvia Plath

295. “That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.”

— Sylvia Plath

296. “If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.”

— Sylvia Plath

297. “I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you’re feeling like hell and expect you to say “fine.”

— Sylvia Plath

298. “You’ve only got so long to live.”

— Sylvia Plath

299. “I knew you’d decide to be all right again.”

— Sylvia Plath

300. “There is history to read- centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow.”

— Sylvia Plath