The Bell Jar
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14 Ocak 1963
Sırça fanusun içindeki boş ve ölü bir bebek gibi duran kişi için dünyanın kendisi kötü bir rüyadır.
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The Bell Jar
“Oysa hayatımın en parlak günlerini yaşıyor olmam gerekirdi..”
It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence
I said to myself: “ doreen is dissolving, lenny shepherd is dissolving, frankie is dissolving, new york is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter anymore. I don’t know them, i have never known them and i am very pure. All that liquor and those sticky kisses i saw and the dirt that settled on my skin on the way back is turning into something pure.
Uncertainty of the future by Sylvia Plath
Yaşamımın yıllarım bir yol boyunca aralıklı olarak duran, birbirine tellerle bağlı, telefon direkleri gibi görüyordum. Bir, iki, üç... on dokuz telefon direği sayabiliyordum. Ama sonra teller boşlukta sallanıyor ve ne kadar çabalarsam çabalayayım, on dokuzuncudan sonra bir tek direk bile göremiyordum.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three ... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
"'You oughtn't to see this,' Will muttered in my ear. 'You'll never want to have a baby if you do. They oughtn't to let women to watch. It'll be the end of the human race.'"
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about suicide
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 at.
I felt like a racehorse in a world without race-tracks
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
... my heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears.
I am, I am, I am.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am.
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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.
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Çan kavanozunda ölü bir bebek gibi boş ve durmuş kişi için dünyanın kendisi kötü bir rüyadır.
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That one quote obviously :)
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.
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