The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. — 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 have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Neurotic, ha!" I let out a scornful laugh. "If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know… — 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
