Sylvia Plath Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

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

  Sylvia Plath

  Inspirational, Life, Inspiring

• How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Pool, Frail

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.55, Faber & Faber

• It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, World, Faces

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

• Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

  Sylvia Plath

  Tattoo, Heart, Skins

  Sylvia Plath (1994). “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams”

• When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heartbreak, Betrayal, Unrequited Love

• What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, My Heart, Fingers

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Winter Trees”, p.35, Faber & Faber

• Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

  Sylvia Plath

  New York, Heart, Dark

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.59, Hamilton Books

• Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Spiders, My Heart

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.119, Faber & Faber

• I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? - Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Sleep, Dark

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.35, Faber & Faber

• If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

  Sylvia Plath

  Moving, Heart, Our Love

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.285, Faber & Faber

• ... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself in a straightjacket, and a drain on the family, murdering your mother in actuality, killing the edifice of love and respect built up over the years in the hearts of other people.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Mother, Heart

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.87, Anchor

• The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

  Sylvia Plath

  Pain, Heart, Blood

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.18, Anchor

• Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Men, Purple

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.46, Anchor

• My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
  My tears like vinegar,
  Or the bitter blinking yellow
  Of an acetic star.
  Tonight the caustic wind, love,
  Gossips late and soon,
  And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
  The sour lemon moon.
  While like an early summer plum,
  Puny, green, and tart,
  Droops upon its wizened stem
  My lean, unripened heart.

  Sylvia Plath

  Broken Heart, Summer, Stars

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.266, Faber & Faber

• The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

  Sylvia Plath

  Broken Heart, Moon, Thinking

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.45, Faber & Faber

• There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Hair, Blood

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.25, Faber & Faber

• And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Red, Bowls

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

• Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Boots, Faces

  "Daddy" l. 48 (1963)

• I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Pace, My Heart

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.337, Faber & Faber

• I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Eye, Keys

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.268, Faber & Faber

• Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Blood, Black

• Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Clouds, Faces

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.35, Faber & Faber

• O heart, such disorganization!

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Disorganization

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “Selected Poems of Sylvia Plath”, p.38, Faber & Faber

• I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathise with these cries from the heart that are informed by nothing except a needle or a knife, or whatever it is.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Emotional, Thinking

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• If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.

  Sylvia Plath

  Heart, Eye, Waiting

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.314, Faber & Faber

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