Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““I hurl my heart to halt his pace. --from "Pursuit", written 1956”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“...My taut heart lurches heavily, like a sack in a cart, clattering downhill, towards a cliff, towards an abyss! It can't be stopped!” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“When the heart beats, slow down, cherish the moments at present, before it comes to a final halt.” — Nabeela Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it takes heartache to put you on the path toward making your heart full.” — Kristin McKenzie Rice Copy Share Image
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“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
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 the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“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
