Sylvia Plath Rose Quotations

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

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

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

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

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