“Five balls! Five bright brass balls! To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. — 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
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
“I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. --From the poem "Mad Girl's… — 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
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
Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Your security and love of life don't depend on the presence of another, but only on yourself, your chosen work, and your… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“We are born adventurers, and the love of adventures never leaves us till we are very old; old, timid men, in whose… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at… — 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
“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad… — 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’m not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.” — 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
Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it. — 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
