“A time of darkness, despair, disillusion-so black only the inferno of the human mind can be-symbolic death, and numb shock-then the painful… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“There is no living being on earth at this moment except myself. I could walk down the halls, and empty rooms would… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Let me not be sentimental, let the distance in time give me humor and irony and a shrewd, if loving, eye.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If you have no past or no future, which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I don't know what started me, I just wrote poetry from the time was quite small. I guess I liked nursery rhymes… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“They missed every time, and with that wary judgment that comes with experience, I watched the dirty snowballs coming at me, behind… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“…historians will say 'We have a few documents to show how the common people lived at this time. Records lead us to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“There is still time to veer, to sally forth, knapsack on back, for unknown hills over which…only the wind knows what lies.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wondered if I had made Joan up. Other times I wondered if she would continue to pop in at every… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I seem to grow more acutely conscious of the swift passage of time as I grow older. When I was small, days… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she will still… — 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
