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Sylvia Plath (1932 – 1963)


American poet, novelist, short story writer, and essayist.
Sylvia Plath
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
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So many of us!
So many of us!
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.




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Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start
Plath Sylvia
With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless from the start.
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Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.
Sylvia Plath
They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disemboweled themselves when anything went wrong.
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I didn't feel like asking him if there were any other ways to have babies. For some reason the most important thing to me was actually seeing the baby come out of you yourself and making sure it was yours. I thought if you had to have all that pain anyway you might just as well stay awake. I had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over ó dead white, of course, with no makeup and form the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my hair down to my waist, and reaching out for my first little squirmy child and saying its name, whatever it was.
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
Plath Sylvia
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.
Sylvia Plath
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.




Sylvia Plath quotes
Thereís a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, Iím through.
Sylvia Plath
There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.
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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
Plath Sylvia
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
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If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.
Sylvia Plath
I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
Sylvia Plath quotes
What a man is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
Sylvia Plath
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
Plath Sylvia
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.


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