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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
Is there no way out of the mind?
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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.
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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.