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.
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 desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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.
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.
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 took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.