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 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 demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. — 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 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
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
…* 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
I made a point of eating so fast I never kept the other people waiting who generally ordered only chef's salad and… — 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 must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping… — 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
... 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 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
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you… — 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
I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can… — 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 must say what I admire most is the person who masters an area of practical experience, and can teach me something.… — 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
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
I feel, am mad as any writer must in one way be; why not make it real? I am too close to… — 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
Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently. — 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
“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
