More quotes by Sylvia Plath

"I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?"
"Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning."
"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"
"I’ll never speak to God again."
"Is there no way out of the mind?"