Sylvia Plath Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Taken, Eye

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.53, Hamilton Books

• Last year a friend went dark in a nervous city alone, the sea flashing against his glasses, the sea sorted out at last in his inner ear so he could leave this world as he'd entered it through the undependable irrational influence of water. -Kevin Jeffery Clark It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.

  Sylvia Plath

  Suicidal, Dark, Sea

• 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

• I must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.

  Sylvia Plath

  Who I Am, Water, People

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.76, Anchor

• When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.

  Sylvia Plath

  Lying, Flower, Sleep

  Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.110, Faber & Faber

• The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.

  Sylvia Plath

  Home, Water, Soup

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.23, Hamilton Books

• I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.

  Sylvia Plath

  Religious, New York, Believe

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.13, Hamilton Books

• The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.

  Sylvia Plath

  Mother, Suicide, Brother

  Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.138, Faber & Faber

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