Sylvia Plath

Date of Birth:

27-Oct-1932

Nationality:

United States

Profession:

Novelist

Sylvia Plath was one of the dynamically talented and skilled poets of the 20th century who rose to prominence after her death. Plath’s contribution to the literary world has been significant. She attracted the attention of the readers by her verse writing that attempted to catalogue despair, violent emotion and obsession all in a single verse. What made Plath’s writing unique from the rest was the fact that her works were largely autobiographical. They explored her own mental anguish, her troubled marriage to fellow poet Ted Hughes, her unresolved conflicts with her parents, and her own vision of herself. Sylvia Plath suffered from severe depression all her life that led to her suicidal death at 30. Her poetry is basically associated with the Confessional movement, and most of her work is compared to the work of other poets such as Lowell and Anne Sexton. Plath’s works revolve around violent or disturbed imagery, which she tackles with a playful use of alliteration and rhyme. The same can also be seen in her quotes wherein in few words she takes a dig at life’s greatest lessons. Her quotes widely touch varied genres of life and give readers some important thoughts to ponder about. Listed below are some of the most popular quotes by Sylvia Plath. Get inspired by them.

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QUOTES BY Sylvia Plath

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

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.

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

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

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

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

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

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

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.