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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #2
    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

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt wise and cynical as all hell.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #10
    Sylvia Plath
    “There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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