“When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery;… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring?” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. [...] I saw myself sitting in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I want to love somebody because I want to be loved. In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“LADY LAZARUS I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it-- A sort of walking miracle, my skin… — 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 Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
