Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Sometimes, I imagined how everything appeared above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“In the space of a few minutes the sky turned black and it began to rain.” — Primo Levi Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I feared this once, but I never knew That a sky so black, was once so blue” — Billy J. Barnum Copy Share Image
“But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“The sky was a rich, mindless, never-ending blue, like a promise of some ridiculous glory that wasn’t really there.” — Donna Tartt 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
