Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““If I could bleed, or sleep! If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“If you want to kiss me again, then shut the fuck up and stop bleeding to death” — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
“I bleed every month but, What flows from my eyes Every night Hurt me the most.” — Jyoti Patel Copy Share Image
“You rip my heart out and it should not hurt?” His teeth closed on her earlobe, nipping lightly, sending shivers over her skin. “You… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“God, I knew I was in trouble even then. I was running for my life, bleeding on your floor, and all I could think… — Alwyn Hamilton Copy Share Image
“my mouth was shut for so long that my teeth decayed. you complained that my lips were always dry and chapped; you kissed me… — Mecca-Amirah Jackson Copy Share Image
“I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.” — Stephanie Witter 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
