Frases de Sylvia Plath

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“Morrer é uma arte, como tudo o mais. Que eu pratico surpreendentemente bem.”

“Para a pessoa dentro da redoma de vidro, vazia e imóvel como um bebê morto, o mundo inteiro é um sonho ruim.”

“Ninguém no caminho, e nada, nada a não ser amoras”

“Respirei fundo e escutei o velho e orgulhoso som do meu coração. Eu sou, eu sou, eu sou.”

“Talvez quando nos encontramos querendo tudo, é porque estamos perigosamente perto de não querer nada.”

“Eu fecho meus olhos e o mundo inteiro morre subitamente; eu abro meu olhos e tudo nasce novamente.”

“Nada melhor do que vomitar com outra pessoa para ganhar intimidade”

“Também lembrei de Buddy Williard dizendo com uma voz sinistra e sabichona que depois que tivéssemos filhos eu me sentiria diferente e não mais teria vontade de escrever poemas. E me ocorreu que talvez fosse verdade aquela história de que casar e ter filhos era como passar por uma lavagem cerebral, e que depois eu que você ficava inerte feito um escravo num pequeno estado totalitário.”

“Se eu nunca aprendesse, nunca teria que colocar aquilo em prática.”

“Nossos sonhos podem obscurecer as linhas intransigentes que desenham os contornos que nos aprisionam?”

“deixa-me viver, amar e dizê-lo bem em boas frases”

“Senti meus pulmões inflarem com a paisagem - ar, montanhas, árvores, pessoas. Eu pensei: "Isto é o que é ser feliz.”

“Devemos nos encontrar em outra vida, devemos nos encontrar no ar, eu e você.”

“Não há saída para fora da mente?”

“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”

“Wherever I sat — on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok — I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”

“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them."

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“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.”

“I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.”

“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free.”

“Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air.”

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.”

“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.

From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962”

“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”

“How frail the human heart must be —
a mirrored pool of thought.”

“I thought a spectacular change would come over me the day I crossed the boundary line.”

“I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.”

“Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.”

“Is anyone anywhere happy?”

“The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.”

“How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?”

“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.”

“I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.”

“I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”

“It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

It made me tired just to think of it.”

“I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.”

“Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.”

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

“I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.”

“The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.”

“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.”

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