Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people,… — 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
I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl? — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I do feel that now and I feel that this development of recording poems, of speaking poems at readings, of having records… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was… — 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
…* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The lyric abstrusities of Auden ring mystically down the circular canals of my ear and it begins to look like snow. The… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Then it hit me and I just blurted, 'I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to really like them… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is something suspect, especially in America, about people who don't have ten-year plans for a career or at least a regular… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward, I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... stop trying to get me to write about 'decent courageous people' -- read the Ladies' Home Journal for those! ... I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit… — 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
