Sylvia Plath Quotes

Marriage is good for those who are afraid to sleep alone at night.

When it grows dark, we always need someone. This thought, the product of anxiety, only comes to me in the evenings, just when I'm about to end my writerly explorations.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

It would be nice to have someone to go back to, a girl to call at the end of the night after a long day.

You don't stop thinking about women just because your wife dies. It's terrible, but you know. I just want the hugs, the kisses. A kiss!

One of the wonderful things about this glorious holiday trip I'm on is that I'm in public with people. It hasn't been inclined... I don't know - something to do with the death of my wife. It's inclined to make me isolated.

Since Michael died I think I've worked constantly. Friends and colleagues are very sustaining. They're the people who get you through it... It's no good to be on your own.

I love nicknames. It makes me feel loved. It makes me feel less alone in this world.

Dolls, perhaps more than any other object, demonstrate just how thin the line between love and fear, comfort and horror, can be. They are objects of love and sources of reassurance for children, coveted prizes for collectors, sources of terror and horror in numerous movies, television shows, books, and stories.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Having my animals or my children with me exorcises that feeling of not being wanted.

There are widows who long for friendly voices and that spirit of anxious concern which speaks of love.

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

I can't be alone.

I think from losing my mother, I appreciate having good people around me.

A man without a family has nothing from life. I need my family in order to enjoy life when things are going well. And when things are not going well, they give me support.

Elektra met Matt, and she fell in love with him. And I think he brought some good out of her at some point in her life, and maybe she wants to figure out, by coming back to him, who she really is. She comes back because she misses him, and she's alone, and the only person she's ever loved is Matt.

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

It's a lonely ol' night. Can I put my arms around you?

Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.

Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house. Those outside can watch you if they want, but you need not see them. You simply say, "Here are the perimeters of our attention. If you prowl around under the windows till the crickets go silent, we will pull the shades. If you wish us to suffer your envious curiosity, you must permit us not to notice it." Anyone with one solid human bond is that smug, and it is the smugness as much as the comfort and safety that lonely people covet and admire.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. "It's all right" we whisper, "I'm here, I love you." and we lie: "I'll never leave you." For just a moment or two the darkness doesn't seem so bad.

I've got my love to keep me warm.