With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would… — 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
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — 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
