“Why is crying so pleasurable? I feel clean, absolutely purged after it. As if I had a grief to get over with, some deep sorrow. ”

—Sylvia Plath

“Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

“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.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“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.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”

—Sylvia Plath

“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.”

—Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus”

“I suppose I’ll always be overvulnerable, slightly paranoid.”

—Sylvia Plath,  The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I am afraid of getting older… I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient… I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God.”

—Sylvia Plath

“If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.”

—Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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