Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Quote by Sylvia Plath

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

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

I am too pure for you or anyone.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

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 talk to God but the sky is empty.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

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...

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 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...

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...

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

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...

The velvet dodges of the hypocrit

The velvet dodges of the hypocrit

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

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

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...

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.

Is there no way out of the mind?

Is there no way out of the mind?

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...

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...