“Her ambition to write stories was the most visible burden of her life.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring?” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time... — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life.” — 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
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
“How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die?” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Now I know how people can live without books, without college. (...)and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning. — 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
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the… — 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
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and… — 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
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 want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do… — 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
Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality… — 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
“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
“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
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
“...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
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. [...] I saw myself sitting in… — 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 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
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at… — 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
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 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
A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use. — 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
“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
![“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. [...] I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all…” quote by Sylvia Plath](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/e1b/sylvia-plath-149_death_i-saw-my-life-branching-out-before-me-li_2894247.jpg)
