Irene Galrus > Irene's Quotes

“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 and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Vi a mi vida desarrollar ramas que se extendían ante mí como el árbol de higos del cuento. De la punta de cada rama, como un higo gordo y morado, me llamaba y guiñaba un hermoso futuro. Un higo era un esposo y un hogar feliz con hijos, otro higo era ser una poetisa famosa. Otro higo era ser una brillante profesora. Otro higo era Ee Gee (la maravillosa editora). Otro higo era Europa y África y América del Sur. Otro higo era Constantin y Sócrates y Attila y un montón de otros amantes con nombres raros y profesiones poco convencionales. Otro higo era un campeonato olímpico y debajo de éste y encima de los otros se extendían más higos que no alcancé a descifrar.

Me vi a mí misma sentada al pie del árbol de higo, muerta de hambre porque no podía decidirme por uno de los higos. Los quería todos pero elegir uno significaba perder todos los demás y mientras me sentaba ahí sin poderme decidir, los higos comenzaron a arrugarse y a volverse negros para ir cayendo uno a uno ante mis pies.”
― Sylvia Plath, La campana de cristal

“You were capable of imagining a different future. And maybe it won’t be realized today, maybe not in our lifetime. Maybe it will take generations. We’re all part of a continuum. Does that make it pointless?”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“With that, she condemns me to life.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping