Quote by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

• I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

• To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

• What did my hands do before they held you?

• There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

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

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