Sylvia PlathA bad dream.To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.A bad dream.I remembered everything.I remembered the cadavers and Do… ▶371Death
Sylvia PlathYou ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voic… ▶371Life
Sylvia PlathStrange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation, through the test… ▶371HumanityLoveThought
Sylvia PlathSome things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or igno… ▶371Truth
Sylvia PlathI want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2013). The Journals of Sylvia Plath, p.30, Anchor371Reflection
Sylvia PlathMy mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2008). The Bell Jar, p.120, Faber & Faber371Thought
Sylvia PlathIf I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2013). The … ▶371ThoughtTime
Sylvia PlathDoreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2016). The Bell Jar, p.6, Hamilton Books361Reading
Sylvia PlathIf you love her, I said, you'll love somebody else someday. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2016). The Bell Jar, p.57, Hamilton Books361LoveReading
Sylvia PlathThe night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behin… ▶372Death
Sylvia PlathWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2013). The Journals of Sylvia Plath, … ▶362Life
Sylvia PlathI wondered what I thought I was burying. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2016). The Bell Jar, p.125, Hamilton Books373ReadingThought
Sylvia PlathI am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? ✨ Sylvia Plath (2010). Winter Trees, p.40, Faber & Faber373Thought
Sylvia Plath* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be it by painting or writing. * to know that millions of others are unhappy and t… ▶351DeathHumanityLife
Sylvia PlathI must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2013). The Journals of Sylvia Plath, p.188, Anchor362Thought
Sylvia PlathI wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can373HumorSadness
Sylvia PlathI dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) ✨ sylvia plath (1971). the bell jar341Thought
Sylvia PlathSecretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2016). The Bell Jar, p.54, Hamilton Books352DeathHumanityReading
Sylvia PlathI am what I feel and think and do. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2013). The Journals of Sylvia Plath, p.23, Anchor341Thought
Sylvia PlathI hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very gre… ▶374Reading
Sylvia PlathLife was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a … ▶353HumanityHumorLife
Sylvia PlathAnd I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2013). The Journals of Sylvia Plath, p.17, Anchor364Hope
Sylvia PlathA little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2007). The Unabridged J… ▶353Humor
Sylvia PlathO love, how did you get here? ✨ Ariel: The Restored Edition.353Love
Sylvia PlathI need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2007). The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia… ▶331Sadness
Sylvia PlathI collect men with interesting names. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2016). The Bell Jar, p.28, Hamilton Books353Reading
Sylvia PlathI thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she w… ▶375ReadingSadnessThought
Sylvia PlathOnce one has seen God, what is the remedy? ✨ Sylvia Plath (2010). Winter Trees, p.18, Faber & Faber342Philosophy
Sylvia PlathThe blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.343Life
Sylvia PlathAnd if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide. ✨ … ▶376HopeTime
