# Quote — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

> The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for the good it did me.

- Author: [Sylvia Plath](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sylvia-plath.md)
- Book: [The Bell Jar](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sylvia-plath/the-bell-jar.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/sylvia-plath/the-bell-jar/the-silence-depressed

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> There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

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> How did I know that someday — at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere — the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?

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

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/sylvia-plath/the-bell-jar/i-took-a-deep.md)