I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it --from "Elm", written 19 April 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“brave love, dream not of staunching such strict flame, but come, lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt) — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a… — 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
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. --from "Poem For A Birthday - The Stones", written 1959” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? — 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
