“I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid… — 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
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Pretty soon, the only doubt in my mind was the precise time and method of committing suicide. The only alternative I could… — 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
“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
