Poetry Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
“She blinked, surprised into silence by her own foolish pleasure at his words, and then laughed at herself for being pleased with the suggestion… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“And we have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it, with the eyes staying in the… — Maggie Nelson Copy Share Image
“She had a wild imagination, and sometimes she could fool herself.” — Kimberly Raiser Copy Share Image
“She’s aware of the changes, the ringing round her eyes, fur around her mouth. […] Dressed out like an animal, she thistles and fickles.… — Claire Hero Copy Share Image
“There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Her face, especially those lovely eyes, filled with amusement. She whispered, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?” — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
“She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her.” — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
“She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle” — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“I'd thought of her with unblinking eyes, moving always, across the pages of opened books with rapid precision, but as she stood in front… — Amber Dermont Copy Share Image
“Her words sounded pretty, but I knew her better. She’d blinked three times in a row.” — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“She swallowed, trying to avoid his gaze and failing miserably. When their eyes met, she felt as if the ground fell away. There was… — Catherine Anderson 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
The name Phenomenal Woman was inspired by Maya Angelo, who wrote 'Phenomenal Woman', a favorite poem of mine. — Meena Harris Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. — David Hare Copy Share Image
“It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the… — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
The word 'mundane' has come to mean 'boring' and 'dull', and it really shouldn't - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“In the streets, the children scream, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,” he crooned, putting down the metal grill tongs to take my… — Alexandria Clarke Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem. — Helen Vendler Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
