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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.
Is there no way out of the mind?
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 desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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.