What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I've been wondering. . . I mean, I thought you might be able to tell me something." Buddy met my eyes and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I plummeted down past the zigzaggers, the students, the experts, through year after year of doubleness and smiles and compromise, into my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Now I know how people can live without books, without college. (...)and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past? — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I cannot life for life itself: but for the words which stay the flux. My life, I feel, will not be lived… — 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
