Sylvia Plath: Trending quotes (page 4)

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

“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.

From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962”

“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.”

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

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

“Mother of otherness,
Eat me.”

“Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

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

“Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.”

“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.”

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.”

“I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.”

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.”

“You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”

“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”

“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”

“I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”

“Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God — or the universal woman-and-man — or anything much. I am what I feel and think and do. I want to express my being as fully as I can because I somewhere picked up the idea that I could justify my being alive that way.”

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

“This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.”