Quotes from Sylvia Plath

Let me be strong, strong with sleep and strong with intelligence and strong with bone and fiber; let me learn, through this desperation, to spread myself out: to know where and to whom to give:

Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Lo único que hacía era estudiar demasiado, y nunca sabía cuándo debía detenerme.

Facevo collezione di uomini con nomi interessanti.

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in as glass that is unsteady and too full

Félek. Hogy mirÅ'l? Leginkább a meg nem élt élettÅ'l. Mi számít?

Avocados are my favorite fruit. Every Sunday my grandfather used to bring me an avocado pear hidden at the bottom of his briefcase under six soiled shirts and the Sunday comics. He taught me how to eat avocados by melting grape jelly and french dressing together in a saucepan and filling the cup of the pear with the garnet sauce. I felt homesick for that sauce. The crabmeat tasted bland in comparison.

surrounded by stacks of dusty, incomprehensible books with huge formulas inset artistically on the page like poems.

Se nevrotico vuol dire desiderare contemporaneamente due cose che si escludono a vicenda, allora io sono nevrotica all'ennesima potenza. Volerò su e giù dall'una all'altra per il resto dei miei giorni.

I told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film primière, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. After Doreen left, I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should anymore. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

When Ted and I begin living together we shall become a team better than Mr. and Mrs. Yeats—he being a competent astrologist, reading horoscopes, and me being a tarot-pack reader, and, when we have enough money, a crystal-gazer.

Seré una de las pocas poetisas en el mundo completamente feliz de ser mujer, no una de esas amargadas y frustradas, retorcidas imitadoras de hombres, que en su mayoría acaban destrozadas

I write and think and study perfectly when with him; apart, I'm split and only can work properly in brief, stoic spells.

Of course he will, he's a mathematics professor -he won't want to leave any loose ends.

I felt moved and tender and perfectly certain about what I was going to do.

Eu havia descoberto, depois de muita ansiedade de quais talheres usar, que se você fizer algo de errado à mesa com certa arrogância, como se você soubesse perfeitamente que aquele é o jeito certo de fazer as coisas, ninguém vai achar que você é grosseira ou mal-educada. Vão pensar que você é original e muito espirituosa.

The Stones This is the city where men are mended. I lie on a great anvil. The flat blue sky-circle Flew off like the hat of a doll When I fell out of the light. I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. The mother of pestles diminished me. I became a still pebble. The stones of the belly were peaceable, The head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing.

Then I knew what the trouble was - I needed experience. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die?

I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for all the good it did me.

I counted the letters. There were exactly a hundred of them. I thought this must be important.

I could not run without having to run forever

Only the mouth-hole piped out, Importunate cricket In a quarry of silences. The people of the city heard it. They hunted the stones, taciturn and separate, The mouth-hole crying their locations. Drunk as a fetus I suck at the paps of darkness. The food tubes embrace me. Sponges kiss my lichens away. The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry Open one stone eye. This is the after-hell: I see the light. A wind unstoppers the chamber

Nothing. Nothing but a great, amiable boredom.

My Aunt Libby's husband had made a joke once, about a nun that a nunnery sent to Teresa for a checkup. This nun kept hearing harp notes in her ears and a voice saying over and over, Alleluia! Only she wasn't sure, on being closely questioned, whether the voice was saying Alleluia or Arizona. The nun had been born in Arizona. I think she ended up in some asylum.