Sylvia Plath Quotes

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, felt the axis wrench and a polar chill immobilize my bones. I would be a bystander, a museum mammoth.

I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets – tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.

I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies, funny little dark squiggles of hair plastered over her head, with big, dark-blue eyes.

I have a visual imagination.

What I want back is what I was.

One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.

My mother’s face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.

Didn’t you know I’m going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don’t feel badly, I didn’t either!

What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

Opinions are like orgasms…mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.

There is an increasing market for mental hospital stuff. I am a fool if I don’t relive it, recreate it.