Sylvia Plath Quotes About Waiting

Quotes about: Waiting

• Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

  Sylvia Plath

  Laughing, Waiting, Sides

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.16, Anchor

• Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.

  Sylvia Plath

  Angel, Long, Waiting

• Please let him come, and give me the resilience & guts to make him respect me, be interested, and not to throw myself at him with loudness or hysterical yelling; calmly, gently, easy baby easy. He is probably strutting the backs among crocuses now with seven Scandinavian mistresses. And I sit, spiderlike, waiting, here, home; Penelope weaving webs of Webster, turning spindles of Tourneur. Oh, he is here; my black marauder; oh hungry hungry. I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love: I am here; I wait; and he plays on the banks of the river Cam like a casual faun.

  Sylvia Plath

  Baby, Home, Rivers

• And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

  Sylvia Plath

  Suicide, Past, Thinking

  "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath".

• 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

• 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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