Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““Never try to knock on rotten wood.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“There are things in the wood, things you wouldn't expect. There's a laugh behind a tree when nobody's around to make it. A flash… — Rebecca Hahn Copy Share Image
“I told the tree it was going nowhere in life. It was hurtful, but true. Now, maybe in death it will go somewhere, as… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Requiring neither wood nor urns, Inside me is a fire that burns; Advising me to never accept defeat, The blessed fruit of hope it… — Neelam Saxena Chandra Copy Share Image
“it's hard to avoid the suspicion that in seeing all the trees I missed the wood” — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?” — Mari Mancusi Copy Share Image
“A tree once saved my life. A posse was going to hang me, but this wise old oak would not let them. As a… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“I know some people with such bad tempers that, even if they accidentally walked into a tree branch, they will chop the whole tree… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
“It was the forest’s fault. Those two handsome woodcutters. An evil place, the forest, everyone knew it, full of temptations and imps...” — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood.” — A.E. Housman 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
