Sylvia Plath quotes - page 12

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. 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 the good it did me. (Sylvia Plath)
When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies. But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at. View quote
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Opinions are like orgasms... mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one. View quote
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Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow. View quote
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let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences. View quote
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I knew you'd decide to be all right again. View quote
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But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. View quote
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I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir. View quote
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... we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real. View quote
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Don't let the wicked city get you down. View quote
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If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit. (Sylvia Plath)
There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes. View quote
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I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet. View quote
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. View quote
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. View quote
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything. View quote
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I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. 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. View quote
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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. View quote
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Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it. View quote
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I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives. View quote
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I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did. (Sylvia Plath)
What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul. View quote
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It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. View quote
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Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. View quote
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I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. View quote
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