Quotes from Sylvia Plath

The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters. Besides, those little shorthand symbols in the book my mother showed me seemed just as bad as let t equal time and let s equal the total distance.

We shall by morning/Inherit the earth./ Our foot's in the door.

Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person? –

Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.

I may never be happy but tonight I am content.

Tulipány by mÄ›ly být v kleci, je to divoká zv??; otevírají se jako tlama nÄ›jaké velké africké Å¡elmy a pojednou vím, že mám srdce: otvírá, zavírá vázu svých rudých kvÄ›t?, ?istÄ› jen z lásky ke mnÄ›. Když ochutnám vodu, je teplá a slaná a te?e sem ze zemÄ› daleké jako zdraví.

Every day, writing. No matter how bad. Something will come. I have been spoiled to think it will come too soon: without work & sweat. Well, now for 40 days I work & sweat.

Modern innovations in Benidorm have not disturbed the rhythm of native customs.

The shadow in my mind lengthened with the night blotting out our half of the world, and beyond it; the whole globe seemed sunk in darkness.

I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience in my life.

Yes, there is joy, fulfilment and companionship- but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

spite of the heat, they are always clad completely in black: shoes, stockings, dresses, and, for town shopping, often a black mantilla.

green fronds of a palm tree, while vivid indigo morning glories

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven - and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive - nothing more.

What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.

What is more wonderful than to be a virgin, clean and sound and young, on such a night? ... (being raped.)

Only let down the veil, the veil, the veil. If it were death I would admire the deep gravity of it, its timeless eyes. I would know you were serious. There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday. And the knife not carve, but enter Pure and clean as the cry of a baby, And the universe slide from my side. 30 September 1962

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter – – – for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.… Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

Those words spoke to my heart with peace, as if in comment, kindly, on my life, my days.

Blameless as daylight I stood looking At

I'LL BE FLYING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ONE MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE THING AND ANOTHER FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS!!!

I don't believe there is a life after death in the literal sense. I don't believe my individual ego or spirit is unique and important enough to wake up after burial and soar to bliss and pink clouds in heaven. If we leave the body behind as we must, we are nothing.

the gnats biting itches into the bone

175 The Courage of Shutting-Up The courage of the shut mouth, in spite of artillery! The line pink and quiet, a worm, basking. There are black disks behind it, the disks of outrage, And the outrage of a sky, the lined brain of it. The disks revolve, they ask to be heard — Loaded, as they are, with accounts of bastardies.