Sylvia Plath Quotes About Running

Quotes about: Running

• The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Queens, Ambition

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.24, Anchor

• It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Running, Two

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.395, Anchor

• 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

• Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Cat, Dark

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.49, Faber & Faber

• It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Water, Sitting

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.4, Hamilton Books

• 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

• But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

  Sylvia Plath

  Life, Running, Passion

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.148, Anchor

• …'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Together, Way

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.23, Anchor

• I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Morning, Race

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.17, Hamilton Books

• I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Dialogue, Has Beens

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.204, 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 have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily.

  Sylvia Plath

  Running, Tired, Fighting

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.619, Anchor

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