Sylvia Plath Quotes

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

Is there no way out of the mind?

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!

Every woman adores a Fascist.

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.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.

Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

What I want back is what I was.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

Perfection is terrible; it cannot have children.

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