I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God — or the universal woman-and-man — or anything much. I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue. Instead of the world being divided up into Catholics and Protestants or Republicans… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Who do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery;… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I didn't know shorthand either. This meant I couldn't get a good job after college. My mother kept telling me nobody wanted… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold… — 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
