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
...I still expected to see Doreen's body lying there in the pool of vomit like an ugly, concrete testimony to my own dirty nature.- The Bell Jar
My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.'
One soul passes through the other, frail as smokeAnd utterly ignorant of the way it took.
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a date on a tombstone.
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
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.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.