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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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 shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
