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
I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at… — 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 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
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
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
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself. — 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
