I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Then my gaze slid over the people to the blaze of green beyond the diaphanous curtains, and I felt as if I… — 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
“For the first time in my life, sitting there in the sound-proof heart of the UN building between Constantin who could play… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time... — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Then I knew what the trouble was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't… — 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
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are… — 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
We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Where was life? It dissipated, vanished into thin air, and my life stood weighed and found wanting because it had no ready-made… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other… — 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
Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery;… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Well, I tried drowning, but that didn't work; somehow the urge to life, mere physical life, is damn strong, and I felt… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I… — 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
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
“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
