"The Bell Jar" Quotes

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much sand.

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

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.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.