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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
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.
let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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.
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
Is there no way out of the mind?