“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am a writer... I am a genius of a writer; I have it in me. I am writing the best poems… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“For instance, I could hold my nose, close my eyes, and jump blindly into the waters of some man's insides, submerging myself… — 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
And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Her ambition to write stories was the most visible burden of her life.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. 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
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wondered if I had made Joan up. Other times I wondered if she would continue to pop in at every… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let… — 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
I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.... If I sit still and don't do anything, the world… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of… — 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
