I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar 
I had the impression it wasn’t night and it wasn’t day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.
It didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head, numb as a snowdrift.
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
I felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery — air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is like to be happy.’
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
safrauja//goldenhandcuff:

First published in London on 14th January 1963 under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas

safrauja//goldenhandcuff:

First published in London on 14th January 1963 under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
Sylvia Plath,_ The Bell Jar_
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (@lovecanleavetheroom)
from "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath. (by aepocrypha)

from "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath. (by aepocrypha)




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