Sylvia Plath Quotes

I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

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

What did my hands do before they held you?

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Emily Dickinson Poem
I'M Ceded-i'Ve Stopped Being Theirs
 by Emily Dickinson


I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,

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