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


Sylvia Plath

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.
SYLVIA PLATH Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and...
SYLVIA PLATH Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.
MADELINE MILLER I cast my eyes out to the sea
And gaze at all eternity.
until forever turns to night.
RICHELLE E. GOODRICH I shut up and keep my ears and eyes open.
KIERAN CULKIN Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have ...
JONI MITCHELL I shut my eyes in order to see.
PAUL GAUGUIN There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
VIV ALBERTINE Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn'...
CHRISTY HALL I like to open for a band as it brings on sort of a challenge and it makes things more interesting. ...
KELLY JONES All I need is my brains, my eyes and my personality, for better or for worse.
WILLIAM ALLARD All I need is my brains, my eyes and my personality, for better or for worse.
WILLIAM ALBERT ALLARD We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee ...
AVIJEET DAS Saige, Mother is . . .” I briefly close my eyes and swallow, clearing my mouth from saliva. “Mot...
JADA BERGLUND Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift / My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift.
LORD BYRON Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.
HELEN HUNT JACKSON It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
AVIJEET DAS I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make...
DAVID LEVITHAN To see I was born, To look is my call, To the tower sworn, I delight in all. I glance out far, And s...
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE Tom shut his eyes again, because when his eyes were shut, he could tell himself that there was light...
N.D. WILSON I was up all night. I had just lay down and closed my eyes.
SONIA MACK I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all...
LAURELL K. HAMILTON If I close my eyes and think of Hollywood, all I see is one big varicose vein.
MARILYN MONROE Grandmotherhood initiated me into a world of play, where all things became fresh, alive, and honest ...
SUE MONK KIDD My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Who I am is within my eyes and what you see is through my eyes.
ROSA M. BETANCES Surrounded by all the members of my dear family, enjoying the affection of numerous friends, who hav...
JOHN JAMES AUDUBON All my life I've been rowing against the tide. What can I do? It seems I was born that way.
JOSE MUJICA And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close...
ALYSON NOEL My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging o...
DYLAN THOMAS My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only th...
SYLVIA PLATH Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive b...
SYLVIA PLATH And besides, I'm not a writer. I don't go to coffeehouses and smoke, wear black, and analyze Sylvia ...
MEGAN MCCAFFERTY My mind is killing me”
— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind
CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. ...
FRANCESCA LIA BLOCK I can travel with music. I close my eyes, and I can travel all over the world with music. And one af...
BAHMAN GHOBADI We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through ...
MARGE PIERCY [Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. Sh...
ANNE CARSON ...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a sh...
SYLVIA PLATH I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
SYLVIA PLATH All that I love was in front of my eyes but the reality is so far and away from me.
FRANCESCO NICHOLAS CECE I think we all suffer from acute blindness at times. Life is a constant journey of trying to open yo...
OLIVIA THIRLBY I close my eyes
and I can see a better day.
I close my eyes
and pray
JUSTIN BIEBER I no longer know the author of this book, for simply stopping long enough and writing it down was wh...
RYAN ADAMS There was nothing to see, nothing to distract me from succumbing to my fears, and the longer I kept ...
PAUL AUSTER He sounds exactly like Moody," said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. "...
J.K. ROWLING Sometimes I wake at night in the White House and rub my eyes and wonder if it is not all a dream.
GROVER CLEVELAND I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin...
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke am...
ELIZABETH BERG Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, ...
ARLAINA TIBENSKY He opened his eyes to reveal the storm within him.
“My every instinct is telling me to have ...
WENDY HIGGINS My main focus when I do my makeup is my eyes - I accentuate my eyes, and they look bigger. More '...
BECKY G The nurses were all angels in my eyes.
RANDY CASTILLO she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.
KHALED HOSSEINI When my mind closes his eyes I try to forgive and forget; but whenever it opens at least one of his ...
KAGABO BURANGA JACQUES I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my ey...
ZORA NEALE HURSTON Of course I remember you." My voice is a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut. "You were the on...
TAHEREH MAFI Everything my family owned had been washed away before my eyes. I lost all hope of normalcy.
AJAY MANGAL My eyes were made to erase all that is ugly.
RAOUL DUFY I see the world through my eyes. It's sometimes a strange world.
KEIRA KNIGHTLEY Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; / Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
THOMAS GRAY Sylvia Plath was just a month and a half older than I, and when she committed suicide I was only 30 ...
ANNE STEVENSON Since you can't touch me, you made something that could, didn't you?" I said.
"Yes."
My wo...
JESSICA VERDAY It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my...
ASHLEY EARLEY The jump is so frightening between where I am and where I want to be...because of all I may become I...
MARY ANNE RADMACHER The jump is so frightening between where I am and where I want to be... because of all I may become ...
MARY ANNE RADMACHER I hope to God to find out what happened to my son before I close my eyes. That's all I want.
DIANE THOMAS I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send m...
SUZANNE COLLINS And there I shut her wild, wild eyes / With kisses four.
JOHN KEATS I owe my career to false lashes. They're the makeup artist's best-kept secret. They make the eyes wi...
GINA BROOKE The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguel...
MARKUS ZUSAK If I am elected President of these United States, I will work with all my energy and soul to restore...
MITT ROMNEY At a given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, for all eternity, what was there? Noth...
UGO BETTI The world swam before my eyes.
LEILA SMITH Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out o...
SYLVIA PLATH If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
SYLVIA PLATH I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't open my eyes. I could hear people talking. I thought I was at...
ERIC KAPLAN Shut your eyes and see.
JAMES JOYCE As I was being born my father claims that he was playing his fiddle/violin to soothe my mother and w...
FAIRUZA BALK I closed my eyes and I was praying.
DAN SPELLMAN If you shut your eyes and you can't see the world, it doesn't mean the world is not starring back at...
OLASOT Lift up your eyes upon. This day breaking for you. Give birth again. To the dream.
MAYA ANGELOU Yeah!' I said again, widening my eyes and nodding slowly but emphatically to show that she had seen ...
OLIVIA SUDJIC I know we need improvement. It's clear to my eyes and anyone else's eyes.
BILL CALLAHAN The drive, the ambition, the art; it all comes to me when I close my eyes and think about the sacrif...
FORREST CURRAN I want to see freedom and equality through my eyes and your eyes Coretta Scott King. I opened my mou...
MAYA ANGELOU For the next nine months, Sylvia would report on campus trends, politics, tastes, style. It was an h...
ELIZABETH WINDER I had been seasoned by adversity, and tutored by experience, and I longed to redeem my lost honour i...
ANNE BRONTë It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE Take my eyes, take my heartI need them no moreIf never again they fall uponthe one I so adore
DAVE MATTHEWS BAND The first time we kissed, I closed my eyes, You closed your eyes and........ We missed!
UNKNOWN O captain! My Captain!
Our fearful trip is done.
The ship has weather'd every wrack
...
WALT WHITMAN My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
THOMAS HARDY Of all my body parts my eyes get the most exercise, I do at least a thousand eye rolls every day.
ANONYMOUS You haven’t locked yourself in any rooms or rocked in any corners, right?”
I rolled my eyes...
JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT ... Now I'll close my eyes with all my strength
and fly away singing my baby girl's favorite so...
JOHN ZEA My most important meeting is at the end of the day when I lay my head down, close my eyes and enter ...
SCOTTIE SOMERS The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.
RUMI My mom has beautiful eyes, and I inherited a lot of her rituals, accentuating eyes.
ALLISON WILLIAMS

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SYLVIA PLATH I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled.
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SYLVIA PLATH I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad.
SYLVIA PLATH What I want back is what I was.
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SYLVIA PLATH Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.
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SYLVIA PLATH If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed.
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SYLVIA PLATH I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round a...
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SYLVIA PLATH I see in Cambridge, particularly among the women dons, a series of such grotesques! It is almost lik...
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SYLVIA PLATH What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve...
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SYLVIA PLATH For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.
SYLVIA PLATH I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
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SYLVIA PLATH I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middl...
SYLVIA PLATH I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and ...
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SYLVIA PLATH I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they die...
SYLVIA PLATH How we need another soul to cling to.
SYLVIA PLATH I talk to God but the sky is empty.
SYLVIA PLATH I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
SYLVIA PLATH I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no m...
SYLVIA PLATH Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physi...
SYLVIA PLATH God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" ...
SYLVIA PLATH And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I h...
SYLVIA PLATH Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out o...
SYLVIA PLATH Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting...
SYLVIA PLATH I woke to the sound of rain.
SYLVIA PLATH Is there no way out of the mind?
SYLVIA PLATH The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
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SYLVIA PLATH Widow. The word consumes itself.
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SYLVIA PLATH The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
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SYLVIA PLATH Every woman adores a Fascist.
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SYLVIA PLATH I am a victim of introspection.
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SYLVIA PLATH I remember that as I was writing a poem on 'Snow' when I was eight, I said aloud, 'I wis...
SYLVIA PLATH Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small spac...
SYLVIA PLATH I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed ove...
SYLVIA PLATH Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.
SYLVIA PLATH I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
SYLVIA PLATH When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.
SYLVIA PLATH I hope to submit to the little pamphlet magazines here 'freelance' and perhaps shall join th...
SYLVIA PLATH I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience poss...
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SYLVIA PLATH The blood jet is poetry
There is no stopping it.
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SYLVIA PLATH Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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SYLVIA PLATH Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primit...
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SYLVIA PLATH I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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SYLVIA PLATH I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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SYLVIA PLATH Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my...
SYLVIA PLATH I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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SYLVIA PLATH let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences
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SYLVIA PLATH Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem...
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SYLVIA PLATH There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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SYLVIA PLATH I want Books and Babies and Beef stews.
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SYLVIA PLATH Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and...
SYLVIA PLATH Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that...
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SYLVIA PLATH I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am t...
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SYLVIA PLATH I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the t...
SYLVIA PLATH I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight d...
SYLVIA PLATH because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be...
SYLVIA PLATH I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry,...
SYLVIA PLATH There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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SYLVIA PLATH We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
SYLVIA PLATH There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, ...
SYLVIA PLATH I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.
SYLVIA PLATH I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a gr...
SYLVIA PLATH Everybody had to go to some college or other. A business college, a junior college, a state college,...
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SYLVIA PLATH When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
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SYLVIA PLATH So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding qui...
SYLVIA PLATH I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery tur...
SYLVIA PLATH A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, fe...
SYLVIA PLATH One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.
SYLVIA PLATH Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become a...
SYLVIA PLATH That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
SYLVIA PLATH My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated...
SYLVIA PLATH After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop.
SYLVIA PLATH I am too pure for you or anyone.

From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962
SYLVIA PLATH If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something be...
SYLVIA PLATH I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
SYLVIA PLATH I think that personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut...
SYLVIA PLATH The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
SYLVIA PLATH How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought.
SYLVIA PLATH I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy wear...
SYLVIA PLATH Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing...
SYLVIA PLATH I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
SYLVIA PLATH Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.
SYLVIA PLATH If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.
SYLVIA PLATH I don't know how long I kept at it...
I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and la...
SYLVIA PLATH The next five months are grim ones. I always feel sorry to have the summertime change, with the dark...
SYLVIA PLATH Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.
SYLVIA PLATH There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
SYLVIA PLATH What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
SYLVIA PLATH Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling...
SYLVIA PLATH I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will
SYLVIA PLATH My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing ...
SYLVIA PLATH ...I still expected to see Doreen's body lying there in the pool of vomit like an ugly, concrete tes...
SYLVIA PLATH I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly con...
SYLVIA PLATH Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
SYLVIA PLATH Tree and Stone glittered, without shadows.My finger-length grew lucent as glass.I started to bud lik...
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 bri...
SYLVIA PLATH The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comf...
SYLVIA PLATH I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into ...
SYLVIA PLATH So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
SYLVIA PLATH I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life...
SYLVIA PLATH How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
SYLVIA PLATH There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
SYLVIA PLATH I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make...
SYLVIA PLATH I think I may well be a Jew.
SYLVIA PLATH With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is li...
SYLVIA PLATH Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s he...
SYLVIA PLATH There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
SYLVIA PLATH I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de...
SYLVIA PLATH The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther...
SYLVIA PLATH I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too clo...
SYLVIA PLATH I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
SYLVIA PLATH But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn...
SYLVIA PLATH I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
SYLVIA PLATH I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
SYLVIA PLATH That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite secu...
SYLVIA PLATH To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
SYLVIA PLATH When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photogr...
SYLVIA PLATH The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
SYLVIA PLATH The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
SYLVIA PLATH What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is ...
SYLVIA PLATH So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being ...
SYLVIA PLATH My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off ...
SYLVIA PLATH I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the ...
SYLVIA PLATH The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
SYLVIA PLATH What did my arms do before they held you?
SYLVIA PLATH I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
SYLVIA PLATH Is anyone anywhere happy?
SYLVIA PLATH I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to rea...
SYLVIA PLATH I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but...
SYLVIA PLATH What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
SYLVIA PLATH You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult ki...
SYLVIA PLATH It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing nega...
SYLVIA PLATH Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının ...
SYLVIA PLATH Pazar - doktorların cenneti! Doktorlar özel kulüplerde, doktorlar deniz kıyısında, doktorlar m...
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