Top 500 Sylvia Plath Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.”

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302. “Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness...”

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303. “I’m not afraid of being lost. We all wander off from time to time. It’s the fear of never quite finding myself that keeps me up at night.”

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304. “In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”

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305. “I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.”

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306. “Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.”

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307. “I am both worse and better than you thought.”

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308. “Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won’t notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.”

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309. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”

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310. “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.”

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311. “I’ve eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there’s no getting off.”

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312. “I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.”

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313. “Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.”

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314. “But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn’t do it.”

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315. “Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.”

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316. “I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.”

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317. “All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.”

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318. “I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote.”

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319. “I shut my eyes, and the music broke over me like a rainstorm.”

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320. “Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.”

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321. “Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then –.”

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322. “I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.”

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323. “There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.”

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324. “I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead – after all, I had been “analyzed.” Instead, all I could see were question marks.”

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325. “I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.”

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326. “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.”

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327. “We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves.”

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328. “A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.”

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329. “What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?”

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330. “A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.”

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331. “Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You’ve got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space, that you’ve got to burn away all the peripherals.”

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332. “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.”

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333. “I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.”

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334. “The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.”

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335. “The day I went into physics class it was death.”

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336. “I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.”

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337. “Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.”

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338. “Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.”

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339. “Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.”

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340. “I don’t really know,” I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.”

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341. “A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.”

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342. “Sure, marriage is self expression, but if only my art, my writing, isn’t just a mere sublimation of my sexual desires which will run dry once I get married. If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn’t I expect it in a man?”

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343. “The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole – A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.”

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344. “She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.”

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345. “I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.”

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346. “The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.”

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347. “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?”

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348. “Tonight was awful. It was the combination of everything. Of the play “Goodbye My Fancy,” of wanting, in a juvenile way, to be, like the heroine, a reporter in the trenches, to be loved by a man who admired me, who understood me as much as I understood myself.”

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349. “The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.”

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350. “I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.”

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