Ellen
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"Inte ens klar med kapitel 1 men.
—När jag tycker mycket om någon, nämner jag aldrig hans namn för en annan. Det vore som att ge bort en del av honom, Jag har lärt mig att älska det hemlighetsfulla.
—Det är inte han som avslöjas av konstnären. Det är konstnären som avbildar sig själv på duken. Orsaken varför jag inte vill ställa ut detta porträtt är, att jag fruktar att det i sig avslöjar min egen själs hemlighet." — Jun 09, 2026 07:24AM
"Inte ens klar med kapitel 1 men.
—När jag tycker mycket om någon, nämner jag aldrig hans namn för en annan. Det vore som att ge bort en del av honom, Jag har lärt mig att älska det hemlighetsfulla.
—Det är inte han som avslöjas av konstnären. Det är konstnären som avbildar sig själv på duken. Orsaken varför jag inte vill ställa ut detta porträtt är, att jag fruktar att det i sig avslöjar min egen själs hemlighet." — Jun 09, 2026 07:24AM
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(page 168 of 359)
"'I love /my/ murderer — but /yours/! How can I?'
Ok I'm starting to get it now." — May 08, 2026 12:55AM
"'I love /my/ murderer — but /yours/! How can I?'
Ok I'm starting to get it now." — May 08, 2026 12:55AM
“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
No, what?' I would say.
A piece of dust.'
Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”
― The Bell Jar
No, what?' I would say.
A piece of dust.'
Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”
― The Bell Jar
“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.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
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