I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — 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… — 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
The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And this is how it stiffens, my vision of that seaside childhood. My father died, we moved inland. Whereon those nine first… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“There is no living being on earth at this moment except myself. I could walk down the halls, and empty rooms would… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And there is the fallacy of existence: the idea that one would be happy forever and aye with a given situation or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“This woman lawyer said the best men wanted to be pure for their wives, and even if they weren't pure, they wanted… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“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
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
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
“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
It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Why are we conditioned to the smooth, strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world... only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If I tried to describe my personality, I'd start to gush about living by the ocean half my life and being brought… — 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
