Sylvia Plath People Quotations

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

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.

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

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

I like people too much or not at all.

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.

Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown . . . I’ve tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.

I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

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 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.

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.