Quotes from Sylvia Plath

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath.

I would find the words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.

A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.

I Have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, With her lion-red body, her wings of glass? Now she is flying More terrible than she ever was, red Scar in the sky, red comet Over the engine that killed her— The mausoleum, the wax house. --from Stings, written 6 October 1962

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.

Hastanenin arazisi yeni yaÄŸm?? karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi deÄŸil, ocak ay?n?n adam boyu kar?yd?, okullar?, iÅŸ yerlerini, kiliseleri kapatt?r?p bir gün boyunca ya da daha uzun süreyle not ve randevu defterlerinin, masa takvimlerinin üstünde bomboÅŸ, tertemiz bir sayfa b?rakan türden bir kar.

I thought I only need tell him what I wanted to, and that I could control the picture he had of me by hiding this and revealing that, all the while he thought he was so smart.

The balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence

Mental nausea of daily squash flabby cauliflower and grease dripping slick and sheepish onto the placid plate of mind.

And this is how it stiffens, my vision of that seaside childhood. My father died, we moved inland. Whereon those nine first years of my life sealed themselves off like a ship in a bottle—beautiful, inaccessible, obsolete, a fine, white flying myth.

A wi?c teraz b?d? rozmawia? ka?dej nocy. Z sob? sam?. Z ksi??ycem. B?d? chodzi?, tak jak dzi?, zazdro?nie strzeg?c swojej samotno?ci, w niebieskosrebrnej po?wiacie zimnego ksi??yca, migocz?cej cudownie na zaspach ?wie?ego ?niegu miriad? iskierek.

Now I know how people can live without books, without college. (...)and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...

I am furious with myself. My disguises no longer protect me.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad. There is so much, and I am torn in different directions, pulled thin, taut against horizons too distant for me to reach. To stop with the German tribes and rest awhile: But no! On, on, on. Through ages of empires, of decline and fall. Swift, ceaseless pace. Will I never rest in sunlight again - slow, languid & golden with peace?

Parecia haver fumaça saindo dos meus nervos, como aquela que saía das churrasqueiras e da estrada. Toda a paisagem — praia, encosta, mar e pedras — tremia diante dos meus olhos como a cortina de um palco.

And thou, there has always furthermore in addition inescapably and forever got to be a Thou. Otherwise there is no i because i am what other people interpret me as being and am nothing if there were no people.

So I bandaged the cut, packed up my Gillette blades and caught the eleven-thirty bus to Boston.

My heroine would be myself, only in disguise. She would be called Elaine. Elaine. I counted the letters on my fingers. There were six letters in Esther, too. It seemed a lucky thing.

Era demasiado tarde y su rostro se tornó más nítido, amoroso, como si yo estuviera lista.

I am not a smile. These children are after something,with hooks and cries, And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.

Mirrors can kill and talk, they are terrible rooms

What holes this papery day is already full of! He has been burning me with cigarettes

By?o mi oboj?tnie i bardzo pusto - tak musi by? w oku cyklonu. Absolutna cisza w samym ?rodku szalej?cego ?ywio?u.

His face, with its exaggerated shadows and planes of light, looked alien and pained, like a refugee's.