I must discipline myself. I must be imaginative and create plots, knit motives, probe dialogue - rather than merely trying to record… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And heart's frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake. But here–a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley–… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter - - - for always there will be greater and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Where was life? It dissipated, vanished into thin air, and my life stood weighed and found wanting because it had no ready-made… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I feel that very strongly: having been an academic, having been tempted by the invitation to stay on to become a Ph.D.,… — 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
