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  • #1
    Jodi Picoult
    “and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.”
    Jodi Picoult

  • #2
    Kate Chopin
    “There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.”
    Kate Chopin

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
    sylvia plath

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #5
    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

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “Is there no way out of the mind?”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
    You leave the same impression
    Of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition

  • #10
    Sylvia Plath
    “There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “How we need another soul to cling to.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “Dying
    Is an art, like everything else.
    I do it exceptionally well.
    I do it so it feels like hell.
    I do it so it feels real.
    I guess you could say I have a call.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
    to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
    How free it is, you have no idea how free.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “Out of the ash
    I rise with my red hair
    and I eat men like air.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #25
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt wise and cynical as all hell.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

  • #27
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “Eternity bores me,
    I never wanted it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt very still and 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

  • #30
    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



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