Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““I am silver and exact.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“You can't see yourself all over. But I can. Part of you is honey, part of you is copper, some of you is gold--” — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
“that one, he’s copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.” And” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Accept yourself. You are wonderfully made. You are a priceless jewel and you are amazing, just as you are.” — Ruby Mabry Copy Share Image
“You aren't perfect. You aren't glass. You're not gold. You're not right. But you are precious. Remember that.” — Nashi Copy Share Image
“Greedy is the one who is disappointed when he finds silver in gold mine!” — Mehmet Murat ildan 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
