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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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 have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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.
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.
let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.