One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“She gazed back at him, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her white blouse rose and fell with each panting breath. She… — Bonnie Dee Copy Share Image
“Once he had me panting for breath he broke the kiss and burried his head in the curve of my neck. "I… — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
The sign of our time is that the dignity of the human personality has no place: the age is, as are its… — Sadegh Hedayat Copy Share Image
