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
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“...my writing, my desire to be many lives. I will be a little god in my small way. At home on my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of… — 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 may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a… — 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
