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  • #1
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #2
    Maya Angelou
    “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #3
    “Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
    Narcotics Anonymous

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #10
    Sylvia Plath
    “The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #11
    Oscar Wilde
    “Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you love her," I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

    It made me tired just to think of it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air. ”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #25
    Sylvia Plath
    “The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “We'll act as if all this were a bad dream."

    A bad dream.

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

    A bad dream.

    I remembered everything.

    I remembered the cadavers and Doreen and the story of the fig tree and Marco's diamond and the sailor on the Common and Doctor Gordon's wall-eyed nurse and the broken thermometers and the Negro with his two kinds of beans and the twenty pounds I gained on insulin and the rock that bulged between sky and sea like a gray skull.

    Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, would numb and cover them.

    But they were part of me. They were my landscape.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #27
    Sylvia Plath
    “It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say "fine”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “It never occurred to me to say no.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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