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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
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.
Is there no way out of the mind?
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.