The Bell Jar Quotes

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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, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers -- goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me at every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves.

I thought it must be the worst thing in the world.

New York was bad enough. By nine in the morning the fake, country-wet freshness that somehow seeped in overnight evaporated like the tail end of a sweet dream. Mirage-gray at the bottom of their granite canyons, the hot streets wavered in the sun, the car tops sizzled and glittered, and the dry, cindery dust blew into my eyes and down my throat.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“...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 café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.”
Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

Sylvia Plath
“I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“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.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“She looked terrible, but very wise.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“In the infinitesimal glow of the stars,
the trees and flowers were strewing
their cool odos. There was no moon.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“We’ll take up where we left off, Esther’, she had said, with her sweet martyr’s smile. ‘We’ll act as if all this were a bad dream.’
A bad dream.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
A bad dream.
I remembered everything.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Esther knows nothing about alcohol, and says, “My dream was someday ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.”
Plath, Sylvia

Sylvia Plath
“Birlikte kusmak kadar insanları birbirine yakınlaştıran bir şey yoktur.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının adam boyu karıydı, okulları, iş yerlerini, kiliseleri kapattırıp bir gün boyunca ya da daha uzun süreyle not ve randevu defterlerinin, masa takvimlerinin üstünde bomboş, tertemiz bir sayfa bırakan türden bir kar.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Nada melhor do que vomitar com outra pessoa para ganhar intimidade”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“Hasta insanları şımartmamak lazım, şımartılmak onlara kötü gelir, kendilerine gelmeleri için biraz tokatlamak gerekir.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“Para a pessoa dentro da redoma de vidro, vazia e imóvel como um bebê morto, o mundo inteiro é um sonho ruim.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Kafamda akıl namına ne kalmışsa onu kullanarak bedenimi tuzağa düşürmem gerekiyordu, yoksa beni elli yıl boyunca o ahmak kafesinde hiçbir anlamı olmayan bir yaşama mahkûm edecekti.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Durumun ne kadar umutsuzsa, seni o kadar uzağa saklamaya çalışırlar.”
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“Pazar - doktorların cenneti! Doktorlar özel kulüplerde, doktorlar deniz kıyısında, doktorlar metresleriyle birlikte, doktorlar karılarıyla birlikte, doktorlar kilisede, doktorlar yatlarında, doktorlar her yerde, kesinlikle doktor değil, bugün yalnızca insan.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Kendimi bu güneşte, bir melek kadar ince ve uçucu bir hale gelene dek bir bıçak gibi bilemek istedim.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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