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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 , em The Bell Jar
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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 , em The Collected Poems
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

Sylvia Plath , em The Bell Jar
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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 , em The Bell Jar
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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 , em The Bell Jar
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I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

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

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

Sylvia Plath , em The Bell Jar
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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.

Sylvia Plath , em The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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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.

Sylvia Plath
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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.

Arlaina Tibensky , em And Then Things Fall Apart
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