Sylvia Plath: Quotes about love

Sylvia Plath was American poet, novelist and short story writer. Explore interesting quotes on love.

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“Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.”

Sylvia Plath book The Colossus and Other Poems

Source: The Colossus and Other Poems

“O love, how did you get here?

--Nick and the Candlestick”

Source: Plath: Poems

“Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

Source: The Bell Jar

“And I, love, am a pathological liar.”

Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.”

Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Ariel

Source: Ariel

“The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.”

“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”

“Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.”

Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Ariel

Source: Ariel

“I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.”

Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.”

“I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye's darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, dissected body:
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard s study.”

“It's a tango." Marco maneuvered me out among the dancers. "I love tangos." "I can't dance." "You don't have to dance. I'll do that dancing." Marco hooked an arm around my waist and jerked me up against his dazzling white suit. Then he said, "Pretend you are drowning." I shut my eyes, and the music broke over me like a rainstorm. Marco's leg slid forward against mine and my leg slid back and I seemed to be riveted against him, limb for limb, moving as he moved, without any will or knowledge of my own, and after a while I thought, "It doesn't take two to dance, it only takes one," and I let myself blow and bend like a tree in the wind. "What did I tell you?”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

Marco's breath scorched my ear. "You're a perfectly respectable dancer."
Source: The Bell Jar (1963), Ch. 9

“These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out on walking about like people
It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.”

Sylvia Plath book Crossing the Water

"Stillborn" http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/still.html <br class="br">Crossing the Water (1971)

“"Does she know you love her?" "Of course." I paused. The obstacle seemed unreal to me. "If you love her," I said, "you'll love somebody else someday."”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

Source: The Bell Jar (1963), Ch. 9

“What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?”

"Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices" http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/3women.html (1962), a radio play published in 1968