Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks -- Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“In darkness, in any light after dusk, you can slit a vein and the blood is black.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.” — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her… — Melika Dannese Lux Copy Share Image
“A dark provider skimmed lazily along above them. As it swept over their heads, it cast forth food for them.” — Robin Hobb Copy Share Image
“I got bitten by fangs that went to sink'n'drink, but somewhere between swilling'n'killing, the vampire messed up and turned me into a big fat… — Brian Meehl Copy Share Image
“Within those veins, dark truths do dwell. ‘neath a kindred shadow, blood will tell.” — William Grave 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
