Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don't have a pure motive (O it's-such-fun-I-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read)… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Don't talk to me about the world needing cheerful stuff! What the person out of Belsen physical or psychological wants is nobody… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we… — 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
