Sylvia Plath Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

  Sylvia Plath

  Loneliness, Dark, Long

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

• How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

  Sylvia Plath

  Giving, Soul, Needs

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.21, Anchor

• How we need another soul to cling to.

  Sylvia Plath

  Loneliness, Soul, Needs

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.46, Anchor

• I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

  Sylvia Plath

  Soul, Feminism, Flesh

• Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

  Sylvia Plath

  Loneliness, Self, Joy

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.31, Anchor

• God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

  Sylvia Plath

  Loneliness, Party, Grief

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

• Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

  Sylvia Plath

  Stars, Silence, Soul

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.160, Faber & Faber

• What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

  Sylvia Plath

  Children, Real, Soul

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.72, Faber & Faber

• I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.

  Sylvia Plath

  Thinking, Sea, Shoes

  Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.113, Faber & Faber

• I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.

  Sylvia Plath

  Real, Moving, Book

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.296, Faber & Faber

• Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

  Sylvia Plath

  Cheer, Spring, Soul

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

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