“Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it --from "Elm", written 19 April 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Five balls! Five bright brass balls! To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.” — 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
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
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… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“You are still on your own; be stoic; don't panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing GIVING love of… — 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 is the bone and sinew of my curse. --from "Poem For A Birthday - The Stones", written 1959” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. — 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
“And round her house she set Such a barricade of barb and check Against mutinous weather As no mere insurgent man could… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I want to love somebody because I want to be loved. In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes… — 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
“From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction… — 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
