The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence. I knew perfectly well the cars were… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I saw their mouths going up and down without a sound, as if they were sitting on the deck of a departing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the first of the 7-mile-long column appear - red and orange and green banners, 'Ban the Bomb!' etc., shining and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And when the balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence How you jump—” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. --from "Crossing… — 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
