Love Quotes by Sylvia Plath

O love, how did you get here?

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You smile. No, it is not fatal.

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Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

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Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.

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I used to pray to recover you.

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I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

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Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

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“...love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.”

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Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

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I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.

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I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.

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I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.

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“O love, how did you get here? --from "Nick and the Candlestick", written 29 October 1962”

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I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

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At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

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Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among…

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Believe in some beneficent force beyond your own limited self. God, god, god: where are you? I want you, need you: the…

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To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

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I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you…

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“But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil. Sucking up minerals and motherly…

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“The consequences of love affairs would stop me from my independent freedom of creative activity, and I don't intend to be stopped.”

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“And he walked off down the path with his jaunty, independent stride. And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with…

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Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing…

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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in…

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“Then I knew what the trouble was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love…

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“You are still on your own; be stoic; don't panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing GIVING love of…

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“And heart's frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake. But here–a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley–…

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“The most saddening thing is to admit that I am not in love. I can only love (if that means self denial…

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... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared,…

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I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none…

— Sylvia Plath

“From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction…

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“I had hoped to make her strong and healthy, and now she may be too weak herself after this slow death, like…

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“Mirror I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by…

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“Nick and the Candlestick I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes…

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“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit…

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“I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes…

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“Who are you in love with?" I said then. For a minute Marco didn't say anything, he simply opened his mouth and…

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“I want to love somebody because I want to be loved. In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of…

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Strange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation,…

— Sylvia Plath