The Marble Oracle

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery‐air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy. ”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction‐every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Hurt, Johnny Cash

Mad World, Gary Jules

My Immortal, Evanescence

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