Poetry Quote by Sylvia Plath — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?”

“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed”

“I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.”

“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.”

“I’ll never speak to God again.”

“My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.”

“Moonlight and high wind.”

“It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.”

“I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.”

“We somehow must become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.”

“In the beginning, poets make their best efforts to fit words into their rhyme and lyric. However, as time passes and the ink mystifies, poets tend to let their thoughts conjure a rhyme in tune with the extraordinary struggles of ordinary life.”

“Happy the man, and happy he alone,”