That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Your shelled bed I remember. Father, this thick air is murderous. I would breathe water.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Mother of otherness, Eat me. --from "Poem for a Birthday - Who", written 1960” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. — 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
“Buddy hugged his father,and promptly, with a dreadful brightness, came over to me and held out his had.I shook it. It felt… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“My mother smiled. "I know my baby wasn't like that." I looked at her. "Like what?" "Like those awful people. Those awful… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Day now, night now, at head, side, feet, They stand their vigil in gowns of stone, Faces blank as the day I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And this is how it stiffens, my vision of that seaside childhood. My father died, we moved inland. Whereon those nine first… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Elaine sat on the breezeway in an old yellow nightgown of her mother's waiting for something to happen.' [...] I sat like… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I had hoped to make her strong and healthy, and now she may be too weak herself after this slow death, like… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Who" The month of flowering’s finished. The fruit’s in, Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth. October’s the month for storage. The… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Doctor Nolan had said, quite bluntly, that a lot of people would treat me gingerly, or even avoid me, like a leper… — 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
![“Elaine sat on the breezeway in an old yellow nightgown of her mother's waiting for something to happen.' [...] I sat like that for about an hour, trying to think what would come next, and in my mind, the barefoot doll in her mother's old yellow nightgown sat and stared into space as well.” quote by Sylvia Plath](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/8bd/sylvia-plath-149_parenting_elaine-sat-on-the-breezeway-in-an-old-ye_2962573.jpg)
