Quotes on Bell Jar

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I didn’t want my picture taken because 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.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.