I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They… — 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
“From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband… — 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
“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
The thing about writing is not to talk, but to do it; no matter how bad or even mediocre it is, the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I’m not afraid of being lost. We all wander off from time to time. It’s the fear of never quite finding myself… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What a man wants is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“For the first time in my life, sitting there in the sound-proof heart of the UN building between Constantin who could play… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Why am I obsessed with the idea I can justify myself by getting manuscripts published? Is it an escape-an excuse for any… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“We danced about a mile apart the whole time, until during “Auld Lang Syne” he suddenly rested his chin on the top… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Pretty soon, the only doubt in my mind was the precise time and method of committing suicide. The only alternative I could… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And times there are when you feel very wise and ageless. You are sunning on the rocks, the water splashing at your… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols.… — 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
