I talk to God but the sky is empty. – Sylvia Plath
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say Ive a call. – Sylvia Plath
I talk to God but the sky is empty. – Sylvia Plath
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say Ive a call. – 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. – Sylvia Plath
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am. – Sylvia Plath
If you asked somebody, what do you wish for in life? they wouldnt say happiness. I would have answered excitement, knowledge, God knows – I mean, many, many different things, but certainly not happiness. It seemed like a foreign concept to wish for something that specific and that singular. – Connie Nielsen