Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““I remember a blue eye, A briefcase of tangerines.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The pouches under his eyes were like purses that contained the smuggled memories of a disappointing life.” — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“I always remembered what she looked like, the dried apple face, the silvery gray hair, the snapping blue eyes.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“To hell with memory. It was like feeling around in basket of apples only to be confronted by a snake.” — Selma Dabbagh Copy Share Image
“This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I've let myself be caught. My memories are like coins… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I wasn't merely remembering, it seemed to be trapped inside my eyelids.” — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The drawers in my mind are rattling to break open. Memories. Theories. Whispers and sensations. I shove them off a cliff.” — Tahereh Mafi 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
