Last year a friend went dark in a nervous city alone, the sea flashing against his glasses, the sea sorted out at… — 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
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
I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A living doll, everywhere you look. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk. . . . My boy,… — 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
It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt) — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself ... the old primitive urge for survival.… — 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
