I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Quote by Sylvia Plath

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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...

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

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

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...

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...

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I...

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I...

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...

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not...

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not...

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

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...

Is there no way out of the mind?

Is there no way out of the mind?

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

I could feel tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that...

I could feel tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that...

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...

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...

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

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 velvet dodges of the hypocrit

The velvet dodges of the hypocrit

It's my experience that you really can't lose when you try the truth.

It's my experience that you really can't lose when you try the truth.

So near is falsehood to truth that a wise man would do well not to...

So near is falsehood to truth that a wise man would do well not to...

If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.

If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.