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… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and… — 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
To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... stop trying to get me to write about 'decent courageous people' -- read the Ladies' Home Journal for those! ... I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
…* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming? — 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
