Quotes About Plath

But then, she was practical and a sociology major.

The face of Eisenhower beamed up at me, bald and blank as the face of a foetus in a bottle.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'The Moon and the Yew Tree

his ego is like an unbroken puppy: scampering about spurting effusively over everything, especially if Everything is admiring.

the ugliness which by man's sense of wishful thinking becomes a beauty touching us all

Each of these magic seven weeks: writing: not the novel yet, until I'm warmed up.

smiling that smile which puts a benevolent lacquer on the shuddering fear of strangers' gazes

memory throws a kind of halo around him.

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

Plath had gassed herself, but that was back before the days of natural gas. Then, stoves and household fires were fuelled by poisonous coal gas. People put their heads in the oven and turned on the gas and they died.

We cannot know for sure whether Plath's original order in "Ariel" was meant to suggest a narrative of recovery from anger, depression, and self-punishment. But her placement of "wintering" at the collection's end hints that she believed she was becoming more resilient, and that she may have began, before her own death, to forgive her father for dying.