I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the... - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
"I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree."
"I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree."
"If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed."
"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am."
"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 silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence."