Top 77 Love Sylvia Plath Quotes
#1. I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.
Francesca Lia Block
#2. I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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#5. Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.
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#6. Do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing work? I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book.
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#7. With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.
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#8. Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness
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#10. If only I can find him ... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?
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#11. I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
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#12. Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences
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#13. If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.
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#14. 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.
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#15. I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.
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#16. If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
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#17. We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!
Avijeet Das
#18. It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)
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#19. I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
From the poem Mad Girl's Love Song
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#20. Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
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#22. Love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.
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#23. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.
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#24. I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.
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#25. We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.
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#26. I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.
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#27. You are still on your own; be stoic; don't panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing GIVING love of spring ... dawn came, black and white gray into a frozen hell.
I lived: that once. And must shoulder the bundle, the burden of my dead selves until I, again, live.
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#28. What love did then, love does now:
Gnaws me through.
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#29. Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.
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#30. And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
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#31. That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.
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#32. O love, O celibate.
Nobody but me
Walks the waist high wet.
The irreplaceable
Golds bleed and deepen, the mouths of Thermopylae.
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#33. 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.
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#34. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.
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#35. I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.
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#36. When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
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#37. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die?
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#38. I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,
Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
world conceives
Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
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#39. I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.
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#40. God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.
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#41. I think I'm in love with missing you more than I'm in love with you.
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#42. I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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#43. Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.
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#44. Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!
Avijeet Das
#45. 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.
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#46. All night I carpenter
A space for the thing I am given,
A love
Of two wet eyes and a screech.
White spit
Of indifference!
The dark fruits revolve and fall.
The glass cracks across,
The image
Flees and aborts like dropped mercury
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#47. And round her house she set
Such a barricade of barb and check
Against mutinous weather
As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
With curse, fist, threat
Or love, either
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#48. And I think as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault
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#49. Brave love, dream
not of staunching such strict flame, but come,
lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.
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#50. I buried my face in the pink velvet facade of Jay Cee's love-seat and with immense relief the salt tears and miserable noises that had been prowling around in me all morning burst out into the room.
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#51. From private flood. / Drama of each season / plots doom from above, / yet all allergic reason / moves to our minor love
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#52. Five balls! Five bright brass balls!
To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.
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#53. I needed experience. How Could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die?
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#54. There I went again, building p a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few posy nothings.
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#55. I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.
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#56. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.
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#57. What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,' and, 'What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
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#58. The consequences of love affairs would stop me from my independent freedom of creative activity, and I don't intend to be stopped.
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#59. It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell- tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower.
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#60. I wish you'd find the exit out of my head.
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#61. O love, how did you get here?
Nick and the Candlestick
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#62. Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?
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#63. Your security and love of life don't depend on the presence of another, but only on yourself, your chosen work, and your developing identity. Then you can safely choose to enrich your life by marrying another person, and not, as e e cummings says, until.
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#64. But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil. Sucking up minerals and motherly love. So that each March I may gleam into leaf.
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#65. I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.
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#66. We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
Avijeet Das
#67. It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual ...
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#68. I went to the bronze boy whom I love, partly because no one really cares for him
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#69. I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with.
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#70. Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
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#71. I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
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#72. What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?
From " Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", 1962
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#73. I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
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#74. If you pluck out my heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
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#75. Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses.
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#76. Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
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#77. 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.
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