I could feel tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

Quote by Sylvia Plath

Topics: Sad Break Up Quotes

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I...

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I...

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into...

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into...

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do...

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do...

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then...

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then...

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to...

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to...

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and...

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and...

The velvet dodges of the hypocrit

The velvet dodges of the hypocrit

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Is there no way out of the mind?

Is there no way out of the mind?

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it...

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it...

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...

I am too pure for you or anyone.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I...

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I...

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare...

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare...

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.