“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I Am Vertical But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Well, one wearies of the Public Gardens: one wants a vacation Where trees and clouds and animals pay no notice; Away from… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil. Sucking up minerals and motherly… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. [...] I saw myself sitting in… — 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
![“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. [...] I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all…” quote by Sylvia Plath](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/e1b/sylvia-plath-149_death_i-saw-my-life-branching-out-before-me-li_2894247.jpg)
