I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The most saddening thing is to admit that I am not in love. I can only love (if that means self denial… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You can delete me on Facebook, you can unfollow me on Twitter, you can delete my number, but you can never unlick… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And he walked off down the path with his jaunty, independent stride. And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with… — 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
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And heart's frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake. But here–a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley–… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From " Three Women: A… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Love Letter" Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending… — 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
