Sylvia Plath: Quotes about love

“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.”

“I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.”

“I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.”

“let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences”

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”

“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.”

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

“Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.”

“The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.”

“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”

“Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.”

“I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,
Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
world conceives
Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.”

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

“If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.”

“If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.”

“There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.”

“I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”

“And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.”

“If you pluck out my heart
To find what makes it move,
You’ll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.”