Quotes from Sylvia Plath

My favourite tree was the Weeping Scholar Tree. I thought it must come from Japan. They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disemboweled themselves when anything went wrong.

He didn't answer but reached over and put his hand at the root of my hair and ran his fingers out slowly to the tip ends like a comb. A little electric shock flared through me and I sat quite still. Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.

This man was wearing an immaculate white suit, a pale blue shirt and a yellow satin tie with a bright stickpin. I couldn't take my eyes off that stickpin.

The poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

No hay nada como vomitar con alguien para llegar a ser amigos.

He was always saying how his mother said, "What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security," and, "What a man is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from," until it made me tired.

Tuve oportunidades. Probé y traté. Cosí la vida a mi vida como una voz rara. Caminé con cuidado, con precaución, como un objeto extraño. Intenté no pensar demasiado. Traté de ser natural.

because wherever I sat, on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok, I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

Allí iba yo otra vez, dispuesta a fabricarme una radiante imagen del hombre que me amaría apasionadamente desde el primer instante en el que me viera.

Farther out, the waves will be mouthing icecakes— A poor month for park-sleepers and lovers. Even our shadows are blue with cold. We wanted to see the sun come up And are met, instead, by this iceribbed ship, Bearded and blown, an albatross of frost, Relic of tough weather, every winch and stay Encased in a glassy pellicle. The

And 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.

I didn't think I deserved it. After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop.

I am alone in my room, between two worlds

The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

Los latidos de mi corazón retumbaban como un pesado motor en mis oídos Yo soy Yo soy Yo soy.

Inspiré profundamente y escuché el antiguo estribillo de mi corazón. Yo soy Yo soy Yo soy.

Don't let the wicked city get you down

I shall doggedly work, wait and expect the minimum.

My consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery.

because he thought all sickness was sickness of the will. Mr. Willard had never been sick a day in his life.

It mightn't make me any happier, but it would be one more little pebble of efficiency among all the other pebbles.

I don't know what's the trouble with children these days. They seem to get worse and worse.

Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth.

Non potrò mai essere tutte le persone che vorrei essere, né vivere tutte le vite che vorrei vivere. Non sarò mai all'altezza di tutte le qualità che vorrei avere. Perché desidero tutto questo? Io voglio vivere e sentire tutte le sfumature, i toni e le variazioni di tutte le esperienze fisiche e mentali possibili in questa vita