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“The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”
― Little Women
― Little Women
“no no its no use jo, jo we gotta have it out I have loved you ever since I’ve known you jo I couldn’t help it, and and I tried to show you and you wouldn’t let me and I must make you here now and give me an answer because I cannot go on like this any longer, I gave up billiards I gave up everything you didn’t like I’m happy I did it’s fine and I waited and I never complained because I you know I figured you’d love me jo and I realised im not half good enough and im not this great man and”
― Little Women
― Little Women
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.”
―
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.”
―
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