Sylvia Plath Quotes About Dreams

Quotes about: Dreams

• 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.

  Sylvia Plath

  Love, Dream, Cutting

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.20, Anchor

• A bad dream.To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.A bad dream.I remembered everything.I remembered the cadavers and Doreen and the story of the fig-tree and Marco's diamond and the sailor on the Common and Doctor Gordon's wall-eyed nurse and the broken thermometers and the negro with his two kinds of beans and the twenty pounds I gained on insulin and the rock that bulged between sky and sea like a grey skull.Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them.But they were part of me. They were my landscape

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream, Baby, Wall

  The Bell Jar ch. 20 (1963)

• 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.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Dream, Hate

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, Faber & Faber

• Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream, Giving, Mind

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.15, Anchor

• To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream, Baby, Cadavers

  The Bell Jar ch. 20 (1963)

• Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream, Past, Here I Am

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

• I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little.

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream, Fall, Self

• You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.16, Anchor

• Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Dream, Writing

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.118, Anchor

• We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Dream, Moving

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.110, Anchor

• I dream too much, work too little.

  Sylvia Plath

  Dream, Littles, Too Much

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.542, Faber & Faber

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