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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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?
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.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
