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… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am… — 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 am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we… — 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
