“A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.”
Source: The Bell Jar
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Sylvia Plath 342
American poet, novelist and short story writer 1932–1963Related quotes

“I loved: and in the morning sky,
A magic castle upward grew!”
"Amavi".

"Love the Wild Swan" (1935)
Context: I hate my verses, every line, every word.
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try
One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky.
Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch
One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things.