Sylvia Plath Rose Quotations

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

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

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.