Plunge Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image “Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Plunge Would be
I always liked to take the plunge, you know, I'd jump in at the deep end and hope that I'd find land somehow, or… — Anthony Hopkins Copy Share Image
As I make my way to the exit, I hope you'll realize with every step I take, that the pain is tearing me apart. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You could knock my teeth out and break my nose, and there'd be something funny about it to me. — Chevy Chase Copy Share Image
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, . . . . And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain? — John Milton Copy Share Image
An anguish of longing would boil up inside me; a hysterical thirst for contradictions and contrasts would appear, and I would embark on dissipations. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
However, I continue to try and I continue, indefatigably, to reach out. There's no way I can single-handedly save the world or, perhaps, even… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
The thousands of possible lives that used to spread out in front of me have snapped shut into one, and all I get is… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
If you're going to knock down my suggestion, you'd better have one to replace it. — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
If I feel like if there's a few too many people on that path with me, then I want to jump off and find… — Maxine Peake 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
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Poetry is like walking along a little, tiny, narrow ridge up on a precipice. You never know the next step, whether there's going to… — Josephine Jacobsen Copy Share Image
At my death paint my body with red paint and plunge it into fresh water to be restored back to life, otherwise my bones… — Crazy Horse Copy Share Image
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Blood fills my mouth. Fire sears my veins. I choke back a howl. The silver knife slips--the choice is mine. I am death or… — Bree Despain Copy Share Image
Human history, like all great movements, was cyclical, and returned to the point of beginning. The idea of indefinite progress in a right line… — Edward Bellamy Copy Share Image
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
In fact, two slices of whole wheat bread increase blood sugar to a higher level than a candy bar does. And then, after about… — William Davis Copy Share Image
What would you do if you were President, and, on the first day of May, the Russian Ambassador presented you with a beautiful cake… — W. C. Fields Copy Share Image
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
