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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
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.
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
