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“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 (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“I’ll never speak to God again.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“Is there no way out of the mind?”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

“I wait and ache.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“How we need another soul to cling to.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

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

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

“Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

“I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

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

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

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

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.

From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer

“The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.”

Sylvia Plath Ariel