Sylvia Plath Quotes

Character is fate.

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.

"Does she know you love her?" "Of course." I paused. The obstacle seemed unreal to me. "If you love her," I said, "you'll love somebody else someday."

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

"I am too pure for you or anyone.

From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962"

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.

Is there no way out of the mind?

That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.