I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find... - Sylvia Plath
"I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?"
"I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?"
"I talk to God but the sky is empty."
"I’ll never speak to God again."
"Wear your heart on your skin in this life."
"Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity."
"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"