Sylvia Plath quotes - page 11

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing. (Sylvia Plath)
I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain. View quote
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The day I went into physics class it was death. View quote
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God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis. View quote
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The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals. View quote
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I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses. View quote
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I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study. View quote
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I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it. View quote
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It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world. View quote
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What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness. View quote
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It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. (Sylvia Plath)
Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted. View quote
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A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage. View quote
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For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt. View quote
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Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss. View quote
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These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. They grew their toes and fingers well enough, Their little foreheads bulged with concentration. If they missed out on walking about like people It wasn't for any lack of mother-love. View quote
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Later Buddy told me the woman was on a drug that would make her forget she'd had any pain and that when she swore and groaned she really didn't know what she was doing because she was in a kind of twilight sleep. I 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 would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again. View quote
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Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes travelling Off from the centre like horses. View quote
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You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. View quote
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Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. View quote
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I hate her," I said, and waited for the blow to fall. But Doctor Nolan only smiled at me as if something had pleased her very, very much and said, "I suppose you do. (Sylvia Plath)
There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. View quote
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They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disemboweled themselves when anything went wrong. View quote
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Now your head, excuse me, is empty. I have the ticket for that. Come here, sweetie, out of the closet. Well, what do you think of that? Naked as paper to start But in twenty-five years she'll be silver, In fifty, gold. A living doll, everywhere you look. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk. It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it's a poultice. You have an eye, it's an image. My boy, it's your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it. View quote
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I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf's big with its yeasty rising. Money's new-minted in this fat purse. I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I've eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there's no getting off. View quote
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