Sylvia Plath Quotes about Kissing

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Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Sylvia Plath

Kissing, Feminism, Important

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.197, Anchor

But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

Sylvia Plath

Eye, Kissing, Important

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.197, Anchor

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Sylvia Plath

Kissing, Sheets, Heavy

Sylvia Plath “Poemas”, Editora Iluminuras Ltda

Strange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation, through the testing and the trying of the others, there has been this peculiar rapport, comradeship, of us two so alike, so similar, but for science-boy and humanities-girl - the introspection, self examination, biannual deep summarizing conversations, and then the platonic parting.

Sylvia Plath

Crush, Girl, Kissing

From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.

Sylvia Plath

Sexy, Kissing, Boys

Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.53, Faber & Faber