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Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. By Sylvia Plath

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. By Sylvia Plath

Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it. By Sylvia Plath

It was only after seeing Irwin's study that I decided to seduce him. By Sylvia Plath

Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness By Sylvia Plath

I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon. Until then I'm lost. I think I am mad at times. By Sylvia Plath

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me. By Sylvia Plath

I felt very happy. To think that I didn't have to torture myself sitting in a smoke-filled room with a painted party smile, watching my date get drunk By Sylvia Plath

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery - air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy. By Sylvia Plath

...Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me... By Sylvia Plath

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. By Sylvia Plath

Why is crying so pleasurable? I feel clean, absolutely purged after it. As if I had a grief to get over with, some deep sorrow. By Sylvia Plath

I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked. By Sylvia Plath

I cannot run, I am rooted, and the gorse hurts meWith its yellow purses, its spiky armoury.I could not run without having to run forever. By Sylvia Plath

Winter dawn is the color of metal,The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves. By Sylvia Plath

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end. By Sylvia Plath

In the German tongue, in the Polish townScraped flat by the rollerOf wars, wars, wars ... By Sylvia Plath

I'm very interested in everything. The words fell with a hollow flatness on to Jay Cee's desk, like so many wooden nickels. By Sylvia Plath

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air. By Sylvia Plath

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.It made me tired just to think of it. By Sylvia Plath

If you pluck out my heartTo find what makes it move,You'll halt the clockThat syncopates our love. By Sylvia Plath

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers. By Sylvia Plath

The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past. By Sylvia Plath

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence ... luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged. By Sylvia Plath

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches. By Sylvia Plath

Write about the cow, Mrs. Spaulding's heavy eyelids, the smell of vanilla flavoring in a brown bottle. That's where the magic mountains begin. By Sylvia Plath

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever. By Sylvia Plath

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. By Sylvia Plath

I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say fine By Sylvia Plath

You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn. By Sylvia Plath

I woke to the sound of rain. By Sylvia Plath

You inherit white heather, a bee's wing,Two suicides, the family wolves,Hours of blankness. By Sylvia Plath

I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it. By Sylvia Plath

I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence. By Sylvia Plath

What love did then, love does now: Gnaws me through. By Sylvia Plath

My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. By Sylvia Plath

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends. By Sylvia Plath

O love, how did you get here? Nick and the Candlestick By Sylvia Plath

No matter how much you knelt and prayed, you still had to eat three meals a day and have a job and live in the world. By Sylvia Plath

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road. By Sylvia Plath

I can change, whittle my square edges to fit in a round hole. God, I hope I'm never going to massacre myself that way. By Sylvia Plath

I think I'm in love with missing you more than I'm in love with you. By Sylvia Plath

I like you, but not too much. I don't want to like anybody too much. By Sylvia Plath

Love, love,I have hung our cave with roses. By Sylvia Plath

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 life, one pure and one not. By Sylvia Plath

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony. By Sylvia Plath

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows. By Sylvia Plath

Nigger-eyeBerries cast darkHooks --Black sweet blood mouthfuls,Shadows. By Sylvia Plath

Yet I liked him too much ... way too much, and I ripped him out of my heart so it wouldn't get to hurt me more than it did. By Sylvia Plath

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir. By Sylvia Plath

Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand. By Sylvia Plath

So I bandaged the cut, packed up my Gillette blades and caught the eleven-thirty bus to Boston. By Sylvia Plath

In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor. By Sylvia Plath

What ceremony of words can patch the havoc? By Sylvia Plath

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. By Sylvia Plath

Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished, why am I cold. By Sylvia Plath

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love. By Sylvia Plath

The abstract kills, the concrete saves. By Sylvia Plath

I moved in front of the medicine cabinet. If I looked in the mirror while I did it, it would be like watching somebody else, in a book or a play. By Sylvia Plath

O love, O celibate.Nobody but meWalks the waist high wet.The irreplaceableGolds bleed and deepen, the mouths of Thermopylae. By Sylvia Plath

I went to the bronze boy whom I love, partly because no one really cares for him By Sylvia Plath

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old. By Sylvia Plath

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give. By Sylvia Plath

My heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am. By Sylvia Plath

As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am. By Sylvia Plath

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time. By Sylvia Plath

I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. By Sylvia Plath

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. By Sylvia Plath

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream. By Sylvia Plath

There is history to read- centuries to comprehend before I sleep, millions of lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow. By Sylvia Plath

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds ... By Sylvia Plath

What do you do? I asked the man, to break the silence shooting up around me on all sides, thick as jungle grass By Sylvia Plath

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt. By Sylvia Plath

That's tough, Joan," I said, picking up my book. "Because I don't like you. You make me puke, if you want to know. By Sylvia Plath

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song. By Sylvia Plath

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them. By Sylvia Plath

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful. By Sylvia Plath

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment. By Sylvia Plath

I needed experience. How Could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? By Sylvia Plath

Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again. By Sylvia Plath

So you will rot in the ground, and so you say, what the hell? Who cares? But you care, and somehow you don't want to live just one life. By Sylvia Plath

There I went again, building p a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few posy nothings. By Sylvia Plath

Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think. By Sylvia Plath

Why do my beheld beauties vanish and deform themselves as soon as I look twice. By Sylvia Plath

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. By Sylvia Plath

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. By Sylvia Plath

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust? By Sylvia Plath

And of course I didn't know who would marry me now that I'd been where I had been. I didn't know at all. By Sylvia Plath

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. By Sylvia Plath

Whenever I thought about men and men, and women and women, I could never really imagine what they would actually be doing. By Sylvia Plath

I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together. By Sylvia Plath

People or starsRegard me sadly, I disappoint them.From the poem "Sheep in Fog", 2 December 1962, 28 January 1963 By Sylvia Plath

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere. By Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too red ... they hurt me. By Sylvia Plath

Joan was the beaming double of my old best self, specially designed to follow and torment me. By Sylvia Plath

I love my rejection slips. They show me I try. By Sylvia Plath

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. By Sylvia Plath

Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. By Sylvia Plath

Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming? By Sylvia Plath

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star. By Sylvia Plath

Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly. By Sylvia Plath

Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm. By Sylvia Plath

It never occurred to me to say no. By Sylvia Plath

They mistake their star, these papery godfolk. By Sylvia Plath

I knew you'd decide to be all right again. By Sylvia Plath

The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower. By Sylvia Plath

TB is like living with a bomb in your lungs. You just lie around very quietly hoping it won't go off By Sylvia Plath

She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever. By Sylvia Plath

I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head. By Sylvia Plath

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey. By Sylvia Plath

You were doing fine," a familiar voice informed my ear, "until that man stepped into your path. By Sylvia Plath

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. By Sylvia Plath

I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. By Sylvia Plath

The poet made eating salad with your fingers seem to be the only natural and sensible thing to do. By Sylvia Plath

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain. By Sylvia Plath

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B.Once you were beautiful. By Sylvia Plath

What did my fingers do before they held him?What did my heart do, with its love?From " Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", 1962 By Sylvia Plath

I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that. By Sylvia Plath

We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves. By Sylvia Plath

I felt wise and cynical as all hell. By Sylvia Plath

Every woman adores a Fascist,The boot in the face, the bruteBrute heart of a brute like you. By Sylvia Plath

I am still raw.I say I may be back.You know what lies are for.Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet. By Sylvia Plath

So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen. By Sylvia Plath

Opinions are like orgasms ... mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one. By Sylvia Plath

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby. By Sylvia Plath

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in. By Sylvia Plath

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion. By Sylvia Plath

Let me not be sentimental, let the distance in time give me humor and irony and a shrewd, if loving, eye. By Sylvia Plath

God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am. By Sylvia Plath

We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate. By Sylvia Plath

The great bronze gate began to crack,The sea broke in at every crack,Pellmell, blueblack. By Sylvia Plath

conversing, in low tones, with the asylum librarian, an alumna By Sylvia Plath

the cat unsheathes its clawsthe world turns By Sylvia Plath

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl? By Sylvia Plath

I am not a smile.These children are after something,with hooks and cries,And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults. By Sylvia Plath

Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart? By Sylvia Plath

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak. By Sylvia Plath

Worse even than your maddening song, your silence. By Sylvia Plath

Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling. By Sylvia Plath

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid. By Sylvia Plath

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible. By Sylvia Plath

I'm never going to get married.""You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind.""No. My mind's made up. By Sylvia Plath

Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses. By Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. By Sylvia Plath

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. By Sylvia Plath

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning. By Sylvia Plath

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past? By Sylvia Plath

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill. By Sylvia Plath

I simply cannot see where there is to get to. By Sylvia Plath

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. By Sylvia Plath

Is that life after death - mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? By Sylvia Plath

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream By Sylvia Plath

I felt myself shrink to a small black dot against all those red and white rugs and that pine paneling. I felt like a hole in the ground. By Sylvia Plath

You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion. By Sylvia Plath

What did my arms do before they held you? By Sylvia Plath

I am both worse and better than you thought. By Sylvia Plath

Tireless, tied, as a moon-bound sea Moves By Sylvia Plath

I could never be a complete scholar or a complete housewife ora completewriter: Imustcombinea little of all, and thereby be imperfect in all. By Sylvia Plath

Not being perfect hurts. By Sylvia Plath

The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing. By Sylvia Plath

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth. By Sylvia Plath

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. By Sylvia Plath

We walk on air, Watson.There is only the moon, embalmed in phosphorus.There is only a crow in a tree. Make notes. By Sylvia Plath

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. By Sylvia Plath

I can only hazard. In the back of my mind there are bombs falling, women and children screaming, but I can't describe it now. By Sylvia Plath

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. By Sylvia Plath

Unless you can be yourself, you won't stay with anyone for long. By Sylvia Plath

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis. By Sylvia Plath

I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it. By Sylvia Plath

Please, I want so badly for good things to happen.(3 months before her suicide) By Sylvia Plath

I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again. By Sylvia Plath

Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences By Sylvia Plath

How clever of them, I thought. They kept the feeling all secret; they wouldn't even let you write it down. By Sylvia Plath

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between. By Sylvia Plath

What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?" Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness." That shut me up. By Sylvia Plath

And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing. By Sylvia Plath

Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious. By Sylvia Plath

If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could. By Sylvia Plath

I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful. By Sylvia Plath

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine. By Sylvia Plath

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off. By Sylvia Plath

Your room is not your prison. You are. By Sylvia Plath

And there is the fallacy of existence: the idea that one would be happy forever and aye with a given situation or series of accomplishments. By Sylvia Plath

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt. By Sylvia Plath

Our democracy is of no use to those who have not been educated to it. Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it. By Sylvia Plath

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running. By Sylvia Plath

In the infinitesimal glow of the stars, the trees and flowers were strewingtheir cool odos. There was no moon. By Sylvia Plath

There was a beautiful time... By Sylvia Plath

I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me. By Sylvia Plath

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come. By Sylvia Plath

I am made, crudely, for success. By Sylvia Plath

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here. By Sylvia Plath

The still watersWrap my lips,Eyes, nose and ears,A clearCellophane I cannot crack. By Sylvia Plath

If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer. By Sylvia Plath

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm By Sylvia Plath

Writing sharpens life; life enriches writing. By Sylvia Plath

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled enemy? By Sylvia Plath

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. This By Sylvia Plath

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose. By Sylvia Plath

Do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing work? I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book. By Sylvia Plath

I fancied you'd return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name. From the poem Mad Girl's Love Song By Sylvia Plath

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together. By Sylvia Plath

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person By Sylvia Plath

Love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart. By Sylvia Plath

What did I think was wrong?That made it sound as if nothing was really wrong, I only thought is was wrong. By Sylvia Plath

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree. By Sylvia Plath

Wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree. It By Sylvia Plath

I cry at everything. Simply to spite myself and embarrass myself. By Sylvia Plath

The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality. By Sylvia Plath

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife. By Sylvia Plath

My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them. By Sylvia Plath

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts. By Sylvia Plath

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. By Sylvia Plath

I tried to think what I had loved knives for, but my mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung, like a bird, in the centre of empty air. By Sylvia Plath

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me. By Sylvia Plath

to be aware that you must compete somehow, and yet that wealth and beauty are not in your realm. By Sylvia Plath

Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile? By Sylvia Plath

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got to burn away all the peripherals. By Sylvia Plath

I didn't know what I was doing in New York. By Sylvia Plath

Jay Cee's ugly as sin. By Sylvia Plath

I started adding up all the things I couldn't do. By Sylvia Plath

I need someone to pour myself into. By Sylvia Plath

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. By Sylvia Plath

There is more than one good way to drown. By Sylvia Plath

How I would like to believe in tendernessThe face of the effigy, gentled by candles,Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. By Sylvia Plath

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same. By Sylvia Plath

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. By Sylvia Plath

The room blued into view, and I wondered where the night had gone. By Sylvia Plath

Eternity bores me,I never wanted it.From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962 By Sylvia Plath

I plummeted down past the zigzaggers, the students, the experts, through year after year of doubleness and smiles and compromise, into my own past. By Sylvia Plath

I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string. I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses. By Sylvia Plath

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool! By Sylvia Plath

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch. By Sylvia Plath

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. By Sylvia Plath

I'll never speak to God again. By Sylvia Plath

And I think as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault By Sylvia Plath

The storerooms are full of hearts.This is the city of spare parts. By Sylvia Plath

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. By Sylvia Plath

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom. By Sylvia Plath

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss. By Sylvia Plath

We shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real. By Sylvia Plath

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul. By Sylvia Plath

They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962 By Sylvia Plath

They had the windows fixed so you couldn't really open them and lean out, and for some reason this made me furious. By Sylvia Plath

I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely By Sylvia Plath

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. By Sylvia Plath

My bones hold a stillness, the farFields melt my heart. By Sylvia Plath

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water. By Sylvia Plath

I was quite proud of the calm way I stared at all these gruesome things. By Sylvia Plath

There is a green in the air,Soft, delectable.It cushions me lovingly. By Sylvia Plath

After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop. By Sylvia Plath

Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man ... By Sylvia Plath

What is so real as the cry of a child? By Sylvia Plath

I cannot undo myself, and the train is steaming. By Sylvia Plath

She looked terrible, but very wise. By Sylvia Plath

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors,Loyal to my image. By Sylvia Plath

This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it. By Sylvia Plath

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself. By Sylvia Plath

You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you. By Sylvia Plath

I am incapable of more knowledge. By Sylvia Plath

From private flood. / Drama of each season / plots doom from above, / yet all allergic reason / moves to our minor love By Sylvia Plath

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. By Sylvia Plath

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. By Sylvia Plath

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb ... By Sylvia Plath

I wish you'd find the exit out of my head. By Sylvia Plath

His eyelashes were so long and thick they looked artificial. Black plastic reeds fringing two green, glacial pools. By Sylvia Plath

It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world. By Sylvia Plath

Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance. By Sylvia Plath

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed. By Sylvia Plath

I wondered what I thought I was burying. By Sylvia Plath

Already she feels jaded. Weary, and gladly tired and old. By Sylvia Plath

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't. By Sylvia Plath

What have I eaten? Lies and smiles. By Sylvia Plath

Is there no way out of the mind? By Sylvia Plath

I hated the very idea of the eighteenth century, with all those smug men writing tight little couplets and being so dead keen on reason. By Sylvia Plath

Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge. By Sylvia Plath

If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them. By Sylvia Plath

I deserve that, don't I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with. By Sylvia Plath

Talking about my fears to others feeds it. By Sylvia Plath

You felt no reality. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, a pair of arms to curl up in - and a lack of that now. By Sylvia Plath

I thought seven stories must be a safe distance. By Sylvia Plath

We shall by morningInherit the earth. Our foot's in the door. By Sylvia Plath

daddy daddy you bastard, i'm through By Sylvia Plath

Wear your heart on your skin in this life. By Sylvia Plath

I have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, with her lion-red body, her wings of glass? By Sylvia Plath

I act and react, and suddenly I wonder, 'Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now? By Sylvia Plath

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down. By Sylvia Plath

I am what I feel and think and do. By Sylvia Plath

The big men are all deaf; they don't want to hear the little squeaking as they walk across the street on cleated boots. By Sylvia Plath

But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) By Sylvia Plath

Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out. By Sylvia Plath

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed. By Sylvia Plath

If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed. By Sylvia Plath

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God By Sylvia Plath

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will. By Sylvia Plath

Avocados are my favourite fruit. By Sylvia Plath

Brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on. By Sylvia Plath

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete. By Sylvia Plath

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies. By Sylvia Plath

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it. By Sylvia Plath

would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth. The By Sylvia Plath

I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. By Sylvia Plath

I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb. By Sylvia Plath

The stream that hustles usNeither nourishes nor heals. By Sylvia Plath

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world. By Sylvia Plath

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen. By Sylvia Plath

And I, love, am a pathological liar. By Sylvia Plath

This is a case without a body.The body does not come into it at all. By Sylvia Plath

Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm?You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns. By Sylvia Plath

It doesn't take two to dance, it only takes one. By Sylvia Plath

The silence surged back, smoothing itself as black water smooths to its old surface calm over a dropped stone. By Sylvia Plath

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness. By Sylvia Plath

Let me fly with you. By Sylvia Plath

We danced about a mile apart the whole time, until during "Auld Lang Syne" he suddenly rested his chin on the top of my head as if he were very tired. By Sylvia Plath

Mirrors can kill and talk, they are terrible rooms By Sylvia Plath

Go out and do something. It isn't your room that's a prison, it's yourself. By Sylvia Plath

My room is a twittering gray box with a wall / there and there and there again. By Sylvia Plath

Mental nausea of daily squashflabby cauliflowerand grease dripping slick and sheepishonto the placid plate of mind. By Sylvia Plath

Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones. By Sylvia Plath

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. By Sylvia Plath

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. By Sylvia Plath

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good. By Sylvia Plath

120. My mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung like a bird, in the center of empty air. By Sylvia Plath

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. By Sylvia Plath

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously. By Sylvia Plath

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words. By Sylvia Plath

Hard gods were there, nothing else. By Sylvia Plath

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me. By Sylvia Plath

A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use. By Sylvia Plath

You know what lies are for. By Sylvia Plath

The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault. By Sylvia Plath

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ By Sylvia Plath

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it. By Sylvia Plath

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered. By Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. By Sylvia Plath

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is? By Sylvia Plath

Widow. The word consumes itself. By Sylvia Plath

I want Books and Babies and Beef stews. By Sylvia Plath

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses. By Sylvia Plath

I am unattached; My heart is very quiet. By Sylvia Plath

The lawn was white with doctors By Sylvia Plath

Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in. By Sylvia Plath

Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful. By Sylvia Plath

The day I went into physics class is was death. By Sylvia Plath

Buddy hugged his father,and promptly, with a dreadful brightness, came over to me and held out his had.I shook it. It felt fat and moist. By Sylvia Plath

This kind of detail impressed me. It suggested a whole life of marvelous, elaborate decadence that attracted me like a magnet. By Sylvia Plath

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again. By Sylvia Plath

I was supposed to be having the time of my life. By Sylvia Plath

You defy questions;You defy other godhood.I walk dry on your kingdom's border,Exiled to no good. By Sylvia Plath

The consequences of love affairs would stop me from my independent freedom of creative activity, and I don't intend to be stopped. By Sylvia Plath

I collect men with interesting names. By Sylvia Plath

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him. By Sylvia Plath

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go. By Sylvia Plath

I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover. By Sylvia Plath

It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt) By Sylvia Plath

A second wave collapsed over my feet, lipped with white froth, and the chill gripped my ankles with a mortal ache. By Sylvia Plath

O myHomunculus, I am ill.I have taken a pill to killThe thinPapery feeling.From the poem "Cut", 24 October 1962 By Sylvia Plath

I was my own woman.The next step was to find the proper sort of man. By Sylvia Plath

England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there. By Sylvia Plath

A stiff breeze lifted the hair from my head. At my feet, the city doused its lights in sleep, its buildings blackened, as if for a funeral. By Sylvia Plath

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium. By Sylvia Plath

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end. By Sylvia Plath

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds. By Sylvia Plath

I am the magician's girl who does not flinch. By Sylvia Plath

I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. By Sylvia Plath

Maybe it's my ego. Maybe I crave someone who will never be my rival. By Sylvia Plath

Be stoic when necessary and write-you have seen a lot, felt deeply, and your problems are universal enough to be made meaningful-WRITE. By Sylvia Plath

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one. By Sylvia Plath

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. By Sylvia Plath

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closesIts bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me. By Sylvia Plath

I would find the words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out. By Sylvia Plath

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company. By Sylvia Plath

I hurl my heart to halt his pace. By Sylvia Plath

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die. By Sylvia Plath

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently. By Sylvia Plath

A psychiatrist is the God of our age. But they cost money. By Sylvia Plath

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough. By Sylvia Plath

You've only got so long to live. By Sylvia Plath

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism. By Sylvia Plath

So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something. By Sylvia Plath

Five balls! Five bright brass balls!To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls. By Sylvia Plath

Everything in life is writable ... By Sylvia Plath

I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew. By Sylvia Plath

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses."Save them for my funeral," I'd said. By Sylvia Plath

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches. By Sylvia Plath

39. Is there no way out of the mind? By Sylvia Plath

I feel gawky and morbid as somebody in a sideshow. By Sylvia Plath

From here to happiness is a road, flat, upright, distances in between blotted out by vision, yet realized by intelligence. By Sylvia Plath

After that, I felt safer. I didn't want anything I said or did that night to be associated with me and my real name and coming from Boston. By Sylvia Plath

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you. By Sylvia Plath

Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse By Sylvia Plath

I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow By Sylvia Plath

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous. By Sylvia Plath

I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year. After all I am alive only by accident. By Sylvia Plath

Curled in the cavernous leather chair and faced Doctor Gordon across an acre of highly polished desk. Doctor By Sylvia Plath

The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life. By Sylvia Plath

I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love. By Sylvia Plath

Your shelled bed I remember.Father, this thick air is murderous.I would breathe water. By Sylvia Plath

The words in his book wormed off the pages.Everything glittered like blank paper. By Sylvia Plath

I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did. By Sylvia Plath

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. By Sylvia Plath

All night your moth-breathFlickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.A far sea moves in my ear. By Sylvia Plath

I want to be silverly beautiful. By Sylvia Plath

The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. By Sylvia Plath

How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die? By Sylvia Plath

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow. By Sylvia Plath

I like people too much or not at all. By Sylvia Plath

the incessant seethe of grasses By Sylvia Plath

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad. By Sylvia Plath

If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday. By Sylvia Plath

When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time. By Sylvia Plath

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boatStubbornly hanging on to my name and address. By Sylvia Plath

What I want back is what I was. By Sylvia Plath

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. By Sylvia Plath

Mother of otherness, Eat me. By Sylvia Plath

Now I am silent, hateUp to my neck,Thick, thick.I do not speak. By Sylvia Plath

I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. By Sylvia Plath

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl? By Sylvia Plath

I collected men with interesting names. By Sylvia Plath

They would grow old. They would forget me. By Sylvia Plath

If I had to strain my brain with any more of that stuff I would go mad. By Sylvia Plath

I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. By Sylvia Plath

I have a visual imagination. By Sylvia Plath

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it. By Sylvia Plath

I SHALL BE USEFUL WHEN I LIE DOWN FINALLY: THEN THE TREES MAY TOUCH ME FOR ONCE, AND THE FLOWERS HAVE TIME FOR ME. By Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. By Sylvia Plath

If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit. By Sylvia Plath

I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic. By Sylvia Plath

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all. By Sylvia Plath

I felt it was very important not to be recognized. By Sylvia Plath

Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. By Sylvia Plath

I'm so jealous I can't speak. By Sylvia Plath

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief. By Sylvia Plath

I am not cruel - only truthful. By Sylvia Plath

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals. By Sylvia Plath

Being mythological does wonders for one's ego. By Sylvia Plath

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you. By Sylvia Plath

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death. By Sylvia Plath

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. By Sylvia Plath

Anonymous young men with all-American bone structures. By Sylvia Plath

I hated to serve men in any way. By Sylvia Plath

You smile.No, it is not fatal. By Sylvia Plath

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it. By Sylvia Plath

I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache By Sylvia Plath

I borrow the stilts of an old tragedy. By Sylvia Plath

When am I going to see you?""Do you really want to know?""Very much.""Never," I said, and hung up with a resolute click. By Sylvia Plath

I do not know who I am tonight. By Sylvia Plath

I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly. By Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes, and the music broke over me like a rainstorm. By Sylvia Plath

No day is safe from news of you. By Sylvia Plath

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther. By Sylvia Plath

The voice came from a cool, rational region far above my head. By Sylvia Plath

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing. By Sylvia Plath

I dream too much, work too little. By Sylvia Plath

Eternity bores me,I never wanted it. By Sylvia Plath

I am too pure for you or anyone. By Sylvia Plath

My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing. By Sylvia Plath

An unfinished feeling. By Sylvia Plath

How we need another soul to cling to. By Sylvia Plath

I wondered what terrible thing it was that I had done. By Sylvia Plath

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood. By Sylvia Plath

Never try to knock on rotten wood. By Sylvia Plath

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life. By Sylvia Plath

Whore or courtesan, she put on a great little show. By Sylvia Plath

Empty, I echo to the least footfall By Sylvia Plath

I didn't want any flowers, I only wantedto lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.How free it is, you have no idea how free. By Sylvia Plath

WhiteGodiva, I unpeel --Dead hands, dead stringencies. By Sylvia Plath

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier. By Sylvia Plath

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull. By Sylvia Plath

There is nothing like By Sylvia Plath

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives. By Sylvia Plath

we walk the plank with strangers. By Sylvia Plath

Stars open among the lilies.Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?This is the silence of astounded souls. By Sylvia Plath

Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep. By Sylvia Plath

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid. By Sylvia Plath

This is what it is to be complete. It is horrible. By Sylvia Plath

Death may whiten in sun or out of it. By Sylvia Plath

It flew straight down By Sylvia Plath

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag meCruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. By Sylvia Plath

Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action By Sylvia Plath

Tomorrow is another day toward death. By Sylvia Plath

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life. By Sylvia Plath

Compared with me, a tree is immortal. By Sylvia Plath

And when the balledPulp of your heartConfronts its smallMill of silenceHow you jump - By Sylvia Plath

I feel like a very efficient tool or weapon, used and in demand from moment to moment ... By Sylvia Plath

And now you tryYour handful of notes;The clear vowels rise like balloons. By Sylvia Plath

It was a face that needed soap and water and Christian tolerance. By Sylvia Plath

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul. By Sylvia Plath

All the gods know is destinations. By Sylvia Plath

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering. By Sylvia Plath

I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black. By Sylvia Plath

Is anyone anywhere happy? By Sylvia Plath

There is no life higher than the grasstops By Sylvia Plath

At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I realized it was because there were no windows. By Sylvia Plath

The tongues of hell are dull. By Sylvia Plath

Through the mind like an oyster labors on and on, / A grain of sand is all we have By Sylvia Plath

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape. By Sylvia Plath

They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disembowelled themselves when anything went wrong. By Sylvia Plath

I can't take things as they come, or make them come as I choose. By Sylvia Plath

The box is only temporary. By Sylvia Plath

I used to pray to recover you. By Sylvia Plath

I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. By Sylvia Plath

Kiss me and you'll know how important I am. By Sylvia Plath

I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all. By Sylvia Plath

your fate involves a dark assailant By Sylvia Plath

How many different deaths I can die? By Sylvia Plath

The black instrument on the hall table trilled its hysterical note over and over, like a nervous bird. By Sylvia Plath

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many ... ? By Sylvia Plath

I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther. By Sylvia Plath

The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals. By Sylvia Plath

I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it. By Sylvia Plath

I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware. By Sylvia Plath

In the heart of the forest your image follows me By Sylvia Plath

I do not fear it: I have been there. By Sylvia Plath

I talk to God but the sky is empty. By Sylvia Plath

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage. By Sylvia Plath

I think I am mad sometimes. By Sylvia Plath

The balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence By Sylvia Plath

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. By Sylvia Plath

Ready for a new life By Sylvia Plath

The day I went into physics class it was death. By Sylvia Plath

I am I because of that. By Sylvia Plath

Shut up in public those bloody private wounds. By Sylvia Plath

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. By Sylvia Plath

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing. By Sylvia Plath

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. By Sylvia Plath

I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have. By Sylvia Plath

Something in me wants more. I can't rest. By Sylvia Plath

I am an observer. By Sylvia Plath

Even the apostles were tentmakers... By Sylvia Plath

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. By Sylvia Plath

Fixed stars govern a life By Sylvia Plath

Don't let the wicked city get you down. By Sylvia Plath

There was no absence of lips, there were two children, But their bones showed, and the moon smiled. By Sylvia Plath

Then I thought, No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel. By Sylvia Plath

If I could bleed, or sleep! If my mouth could marry a hurt like that! By Sylvia Plath

I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else. By Sylvia Plath

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. By Sylvia Plath

One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind. By Sylvia Plath

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead ... By Sylvia Plath

Of course, I didn't know he was a hypocrite at first. I thought By Sylvia Plath

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal. By Sylvia Plath

My hours are married to shadow. By Sylvia Plath

Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue By Sylvia Plath

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lieSea-sick and fever-dry. By Sylvia Plath