Sylvia Plath

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression. Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers."

- Sylvia Plath

"If the Moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression. Of something beautiful but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers."

- Sylvia Plath

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you."

- Sylvia Plath

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am."

- Sylvia Plath

"Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person."

- Sylvia Plath

"If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed."

- Sylvia Plath

"April, the perfect blend of showers and sunshine, teaches us the beauty of balance."

- Sylvia Plath

""April, the perfect blend of showers and sunshine, teaches us the beauty of balance.""

- Sylvia Plath

"Perhaps someday I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow."

- Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again."

- Sylvia Plath

"I can’t help but feel that I am in some way the architect of my own misery."

- Sylvia Plath

"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between."

- Sylvia Plath

"It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it."

- Sylvia Plath

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.’"

- Sylvia Plath

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery — air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.'"

- Sylvia Plath

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.'"

- Sylvia Plath

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

- Sylvia Plath

"Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise."

- Sylvia Plath

"Because wherever I sat — on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok — I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air."

- Sylvia Plath

"I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together."

- Sylvia Plath

"Yes, there is joy, fulfillment, and companionship, but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."

- Sylvia Plath

"On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its business. Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack."

- Sylvia Plath

"God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."

- Sylvia Plath

"Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."

- Sylvia Plath

"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be stilled."

- Sylvia Plath

"Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences."

- Sylvia Plath

"The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."

- Sylvia Plath

"Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got to burn away all the peripherals."

- Sylvia Plath

"Perhaps someday I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow."

- Sylvia Plath

"The worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt."

- Sylvia Plath

"There Must Be Quite A Few Things A Hot Bath Won’t Cure, But I Don’t Know Many Of Them"

- Sylvia Plath

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am."

- Sylvia Plath

"I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike."

- Sylvia Plath

"Everybody had to go to some college or other. A business college, a junior college, a state college, a secretarial college, an Ivy League college, a pig farmer's college. The book first, then the work."

- Sylvia Plath

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

- Sylvia Plath

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

- Sylvia Plath

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."

- Sylvia Plath

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’"

- Sylvia Plath

"Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon."

- Sylvia Plath