Burning Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image “I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Burning Carousels Earth Nature
So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long,… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Once you know where the roller coaster is going, are you in for the ride? — Robert Fulghum Copy Share Image
My favorite part of a roller-coaster ride is when you're going up and you're slightly scared and really excited. You don't know what's coming… — Gina Gershon Copy Share Image
I ride because there’s nothing like in the world. It’s a passion. It’s something I absolutely have to do and I can never imagine… — Alonzo Bodden Copy Share Image
All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it… — Jennifer Estep 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
Eternal Trinity... mystery deep as the sea, You could give me no greater gift than the gift of Yourself. For You are a fire… — St. Catherine of Siena Copy Share Image
Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit. My three [great teachers] did not… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The desire to kill is like the desire to attack another with an ingot of red -hot iron: I have to pick up the… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
The entire cosmos is one vast burning bush, permeated by the fire of the divine power and glory — Kallistos Ware Copy Share Image
Two beautiful women crashing and burning for the sake of the Women's Championship!!! — Jim Ross Copy Share Image
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Catholicity seized on man... and the mystics, transcending all, taught him to ascend on high with the wings of contemplation the Ladder of Jacob… — Juan Donoso Cortes Copy Share Image
Some fighters know when to stop on their own and go on to something else, and then some fighters have nothing to go back… — Marvin Hagler Copy Share Image
Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
All philanthropy ... is only a savory fumigation burning at the mouth of a sewer. This incense offering makes the air more endurable to… — Ellen Key Copy Share Image
Time is a vindictive bandit to steal the beauty of our former selves. We are left with sagging, rippled flesh and burning gums with… — Raphael Copy Share Image
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
