Sylvia Plath

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.

I lay under the negative icy flood of denial.

“I felt wise and cynical as all hell.”

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

How we need another soul to cling to.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

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.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

Close Your Eyes, Fall in Love, Stay There.... #Rumi #Love

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

“When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

Is there no way out of the mind?

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.