the-bell-jar

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3fac1b6	To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.	ted-hughes the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
cbccdf2	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 life, to be at peace.	the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
7b86410	I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.	the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
e97e948	My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.	too-much the-bell-jar sylvia-plath worse think yourself mother thinking	Sylvia Plath
7d8ab80	I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.	sleep look-forward the-bell-jar pillow pretend sylvia-plath night	Sylvia Plath
affbfa1	"That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said."	the-bell-jar roses sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
e2bcb71	When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.	future the-bell-jar grow-up sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
2d74f4c	...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.	the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
c6311be	"What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had these plans on the tip of my tongue. "I don't really know," I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true."	the-bell-jar sylvia	Sylvia Plath
467f3b4	I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.	fear hope love the-bell-jar sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
a79f2dd	Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.	depression sadness the-bell-jar sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
678c440	I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.	the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
4441d6b	I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.	page-147 the-bell-jar sylvia-plath	Sylvia Plath
d080164	Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already.	fangirling identify-with the-bell-jar sylvia-plath obsession	Arlaina Tibensky
7dfe776	I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn't feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.	travel depression stagnent the-bell-jar stale sour guilt mental-health	Sylvia Plath
d548cf5	Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, '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 and couldn't sleep.	the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
dd71b39	Doreen is dissolving, Lenny Shepherd is dissolving, Frankie is dissolving, New York is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter anymore.I don't know them. I have never known them and I am very pure.	hot-bath the-bell-jar	sylvia plath
f206968	But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless 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.	the-bell-jar	Sylvia Plath
f1ec085	She looked terrible, but very wise.	the-bell-jar wise	Sylvia Plath

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

Sylvia Plath

cbccdf2

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 life, to be at peace.

the-bell-jar

Sylvia Plath

7b86410

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

the-bell-jar

Sylvia Plath

e97e948

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

too-much the-bell-jar sylvia-plath worse think yourself mother thinking

Sylvia Plath

7d8ab80

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

sleep look-forward the-bell-jar pillow pretend sylvia-plath night

Sylvia Plath

affbfa1

"That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said."

the-bell-jar roses sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

e2bcb71

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

future the-bell-jar grow-up sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

2d74f4c

...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

the-bell-jar

Sylvia Plath

c6311be

"What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had these plans on the tip of my tongue. "I don't really know," I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true."

the-bell-jar sylvia

Sylvia Plath

467f3b4

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

fear hope love the-bell-jar sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

a79f2dd

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

depression sadness the-bell-jar sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

678c440

I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.

the-bell-jar

Sylvia Plath

4441d6b

I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.

page-147 the-bell-jar sylvia-plath

Sylvia Plath

d080164

Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already.

fangirling identify-with the-bell-jar sylvia-plath obsession

Arlaina Tibensky

7dfe776

I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn't feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

travel depression stagnent the-bell-jar stale sour guilt mental-health

Sylvia Plath

d548cf5

Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, '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 and couldn't sleep.

the-bell-jar

Sylvia Plath

dd71b39

Doreen is dissolving, Lenny Shepherd is dissolving, Frankie is dissolving, New York is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter anymore.I don't know them. I have never known them and I am very pure.

hot-bath the-bell-jar

sylvia plath

f206968

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless 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.

the-bell-jar

Sylvia Plath

f1ec085

She looked terrible, but very wise.

the-bell-jar wise

Sylvia Plath