Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plathwas one of the most renowned and influential poets, novelists, and short story writers of the 20th century. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She was married to fellow poet Ted Hughes from 1956 until they separated in September of 1962. They lived together in the United States and then the United Kingdom and had two children, Frieda and Nicholas...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 October 1932
CountryUnited States of America
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
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.
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.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
I am not cruel, only truthful.
I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.
The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.