Quotes from Sylvia Plath

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.

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

Is there no way out of the mind?

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.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

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.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed.

Criminal Minds, The Dance of Love: "Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."

I must discipline myself. I must be imaginative and create plots, knit motives, probe dialogue - rather than merely trying to record descriptions and sensations. The latter is pointless, without purpose, unless it is later to be synthesized into a story. The latter is also a rather pronounced symptom of an oversensitive and unproductive ego.

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.

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

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.