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

—Sylvia Plath

About Sylvia Plath

Portrait of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet and author. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and her works include The Colossus and Other Poems (1960), Ariel (1965), and The Bell Jar (1963), a semi-autobiographical novel published one month before her...

More quotations from Sylvia Plath

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

—Sylvia Plath

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

—Sylvia Plath

relaxation hot bath

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

—Sylvia Plath

existence heart listening breathing

When you are insane, you are busy being insane—all the time.… When I was crazy, that was all I was.

—Sylvia Plath

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

—Sylvia Plath in The Bell Jar

crying sadness tears fullness

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