More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
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.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
