But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You have lost all delight in life. Ahead is a large array of blind alleys. You are half-deliberately, half-desperately cutting off your… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
…* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be… — 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
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself ... the old primitive urge for survival.… — 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
