Sylvia Plath Quotes

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

I am best viewed from a distance... and at night.

… where they will vanish in the night and fog.

If I had something to say about my lyrics, I would say they were about different subjects concerning the darkness and the night.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night.

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

Composer” is a word which here means “a person who sits in a room, muttering and humming and figuring out what notes the orchestra is going to play.” This is called composing. But last night, the Composer was not muttering. He was not humming. He was not moving, or even breathing. This is called decomposing.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! - powers and people - and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights.

The rest, is silence.

If you cannot bear the silence and the darkness, do not go there; if you dislike black night and yawning chasms, never make them your profession. If you fear the sound of water hurrying through crevices toward unknown and mysterious destinations, do not consider it. Seek out the sunshine. It is a simple prescription. Avoid the darkness.

I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of the all-pervading dusk.

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.

We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

Hushed as midnight silence.