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July 08 2015

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
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May 15 2015

I am accused. I dream of massacres.  I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
— Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices
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November 09 2014

A teraz, już prawie o północy pierwszego dnia, wciąż nie śpię, łamiąc swoje postanowienie, żeby kłaść się wcześnie opóźniam sen, żeby odsunąć nieuniknione nadejście jutrzejszego ranka. Jeszcze jedna próba ucieczki.
— Sylvia Plath Dzienniki 1950-1962
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June 29 2014

How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
— Sylvia Plath
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May 28 2014

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
— Sylvia Plath
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April 22 2014

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
— Sylvia Plath
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March 09 2014

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.
— Sylvia Plath
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I like people too much or not at all.
— Sylvia Plath
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March 05 2014

Kiedy zatrzymam się, jeśli spojrzę w głąb siebie, szaleję. Jest tego taki natłok, rozrywa mnie we wszystkie strony, rozciąga, napina ku horyzontom zbyt dalekim, żeby je dosięgnąć.
— Sylvia Plath
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February 22 2014

I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.
— Sylvia Plath
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What I want 
is
a place
out of mind.
— Sylvia Plath
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February 21 2014

Być może pewnego dnia doznam nagle objawienia
I zobaczę drugą stronę tego monumentalnego, groteskowego żartu.
I zaśmieję się wtedy.
I zrozumiem, czym jest życie.
— Sylvia Plath, "Dzienniki. 1950–1962
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February 04 2014

I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.
— Sylvia Plath
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February 03 2014


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January 30 2014

I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.
— Sylvia Plath
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January 29 2014

I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. 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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