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More Quotes by Sylvia Plath
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.
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 like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
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.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
