They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What a man wants is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You can delete me on Facebook, you can unfollow me on Twitter, you can delete my number, but you can never unlick… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself.… — sylvia plath Copy Share Image
“Anyway, there are two tentative solutions for getting rid of selfishness - both involving a stoic casting - off of the thin… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past? — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“Flute Notes from a Reedy Pond" Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer, To our bower at the lily root. Overhead the old… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“The most saddening thing is to admit that I am not in love. I can only love (if that means self denial - or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
