The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Strange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - -… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want, I think, to be omniscient. I think I would like to call myself "the girl who wanted to be God."… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my… — 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
Ironically, Henry James' biography comforts me & I long to make known to him his posthumous reputation he wrote, in pain, gave… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think… — 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 shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the… — 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 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 jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who… — 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
