It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned… — 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
Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you… — 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
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
I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I can't deceive myself out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel… — 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
..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
If you have no past or no future, which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you… — 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
... 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
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
“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
“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
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
“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
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“Flute Notes from a Reedy Pond" Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer, To our bower at the lily root. Overhead the old… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“The most saddening thing is to admit that I am not in love. I can only love (if that means self denial - or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
