Sylvia Plath Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

  Sylvia Plath

  Believe, Unique, Wind

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.29, Anchor

• There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.

  Sylvia Plath

  Unique, Moon, Light

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.54, Anchor

• Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

  Sylvia Plath

  Fake People, Women, Independent

  "Sylvia Plath: Method and Madness". Book by Edward Butscher (p. 181), 2003.

• Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?

  Sylvia Plath

  Animal, Frustration, Feelings

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

• I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

  Sylvia Plath

  Feelings, Care, Mutual

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

• Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

  Sylvia Plath

  Hair, Peaceful, Feelings

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.45, Hamilton Books

• I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.

  Sylvia Plath

  Taken, Feelings, Pills

  Sylvia Plath “Poemas”, Editora Iluminuras Ltda

• On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery rhymes, summing up moments of the mind like the chant of a broken record: god is dead, god is dead. going, going, going. and the pure bliss of this, the erotic rocking of the coach. France splits open like a ripe fig in the mind; we are raping the land, we are not stopping.

  Sylvia Plath

  Land, Nurse, Broken

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.94, Anchor

• 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?

  Sylvia Plath

  Hurt, Feelings, Pieces

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.22, Anchor

• I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor or pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

  Sylvia Plath

  Baby, Pain, Home

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.35, Hamilton Books

• I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

  Sylvia Plath

  Wine, Luxury, Erotic

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