Quotes from Sylvia Plath

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so wrong and wearisome that I didn't say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.

I should have loved a thunder bird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again

And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over:

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

If I could bleed, or sleep! If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

It didn't seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift.

A stiff breeze lifted the hair from my head. At my feet, the city doused its lights in sleep, its buildings blackened, as if for a funeral.

It was inestimably important for me to look at the lights of Amherst town in the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist, and then look at the boy beside me and feel all the hurting beauty go flat because he wasn't the right one-not at all.

Fixed stars govern a life

People and trees receded on either hand like the dark sides of a tunnel as I hurtled on to the still, bright point at the end of it, the pebble at the bottom of the well, the white sweet baby cradled in its mother's belly.

The eyes and the faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.

Sun, seeping through the blinds, filled my bedroom with a sulfurous light. I didn't know how long I had slept, but I felt one big twitch of exhaustion.

Sunt o persoan? important?. Dac? ajungi s? m? cunoÈ™ti, vei vedea ce persoan? important? sunt. Uit?-te în ochii mei! S?rut?-m? È™i vei vedea ce persoan? important? sunt!

Era como se o que eu quisesse matar não estivesse naquela pele ou no leve pulsar azul sob o meu dedão, mas em outro lugar mais profundo e secreto, bem mais difícil de alcançar.

Se fizesse aquilo olhando no espelho, seria como assistir a outra pessoa, num livro ou numa peça. Mas a pessoa no espelho estava paralisada e era estúpida demais para fazer qualquer coisa.

La vida ha sido una combinación de coincidencia de cuento de hadas y alegría de vivir y choques de belleza, junto con un auto cuestionamiento hiriente.

My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another.

And so I stand, a little sightless. So I walk Away on wheels, instead of legs, they serve as well. And learn to speak with fingers, not a tongue. The body is resourceful.

And I think as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault

And when my picture came out in the magazine the twelve of us were working on—drinking martinis in a skimpy, imitation silver-lamé bodice stuck on to a big, fat cloud of white tulle, on some Starlight Roof, in the company of several anonymous young men with all-American bone structures hired or loaned for the occasion—everybody would think I must be having a real whirl. Look

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.

Inertia oozed like molasses through Elaine's limbs.

Words, dimly familiar but twisted all awry, like faces in a funhouse mirror, fled past, leaving no impression on the glassy surface of my brain.

I had never met a woman-hater before. I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.