Poetry Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““The still waters Wrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clear Cellophane I cannot crack.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
“And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to… — Cisneros Sandra Copy Share Image
“His lips are so close to my ear I'm water and nothing and everything and melting into a wanting so desperate it burns as… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“There are cracks across my heart, nothing can bar the pouring rays.” — Abhijit Naskar Copy Share Image
“Keep my eyes open, my lips sealed. My heart closed, and my ears peeled.” — Wendy Higgins Copy Share Image
“Some eyes are as deep as the sea! And you only feel like drowning in them.” — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“We melt; we tear and rip apart. Membrane, baby. Cellophane. Ain't that some shit.” — David Rabe Copy Share Image
“He unknowingly throws me a lifeline with those words. I am not drowning in worry anymore. I am neck deep and it still washes… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“You are my water. Making love with you is all I need to quench my thirst. Why would I throw this away for water… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I was a sponge filled to capacity with the putrid gray water of all of those who had hurt me. I wondered if, like… — Elle Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Whatever happens here, your soul’s unbreakable. He kept his eyes closed. It’s a shame the rest of me is made of fucking glass.” — Lisa Henry 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