“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
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The Bell Jar is the only novel written by American poet Sylvia Plath. It is an intensely realistic and emotional record of a successful and talented young woman's descent into madness.
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Sylvia Plath
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“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
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“I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after d...”
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“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
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“The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.”
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“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...”
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“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...”
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“There was a beautiful time...”
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“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
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“I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.”
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“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
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“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 t...”
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“My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.”
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“I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.”
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“I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
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“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 th...”
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“I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled in...”
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“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
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