Ache Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image “And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ache Faceless Identity
I love the idea of being without an identity, it gives me a lot of room to play around; but it makes me dizzy,… — Kate Bornstein Copy Share Image
Identity is something everyone struggles with. Everyone wants to fit in and find their place, and it's so hard sometimes. — Jordyn Woods Copy Share Image
Your identity is like your shadow: not always visible and yet always present. — Fausto Cercignani Copy Share Image
Shave your head, wear a 'ZERO' shirt. Take away your identity. What do you have? You still have yourself. — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
“You can't see yourself. You know what you look like because of mirrors and photographs, but out there in the world, as you move… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
Identity for me is something that has to be played with and explored, and not become complacent about or uninterested in. — Mika Copy Share Image
“If you're unable to find your face in the dictionary, then take this opportunity to define yourself.” — Faydra D. Fields Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
… and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life. — John Irving Copy Share Image
When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
A woman who lives with the stress of an overwhelmed schedule will often ache with the sadness of an underwhelmed soul. — Lysa TerKeurst Copy Share Image
I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear. — Tom Lehrer Copy Share Image
I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves,… — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They seek each… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
as we acquire new aches and new pains, our health care is, of necessity, being supplied by internists, cardiologists, dermatologists, podiatrists, urologists, periodontists, gynecologists… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake. — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something --… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
