Sylvia Plath Quotes About Detachment

• Mira esa fea máscara muerta de aquí y no la olvides. Es una máscara de tiza con veneno seco y muerto detrás, como el ángel de la muerte. Es lo que fui este otoño, y lo que no quiero volver a ser. El mohín desconsolado de la boca, los ojos planos, aburridos, entumecidos, inexpresivos: síntomas de la asquerosa podredumbre interior.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depresión, Caída, Ojo

  Sylvia Plath (2007). "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath", p.155, Anchor

• When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

  Sylvia Plath

  Light, Numbness, Emptiness

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “The Colossus”, p.72, Faber & Faber

• As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.

  Sylvia Plath

  Beautiful, Stars, Wall

  Sylvia Plath (1994). "Johnny Panic y la Biblia de los Sueños".

• Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.

  Sylvia Plath

  Baby, Stars, Wall

  Sylvia Plath (2000). "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962", Anchor

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