I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I remember that as I was writing a poem on 'Snow' when I was eight, I said aloud, 'I wish I could… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously… — 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
