What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
Sylvia Plath
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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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