Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““The stream that hustles us Neither nourishes nor heals.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I drink to plough and fortify a one-track mind and suddenly, briefly, the blood surrenders, shuffles through the old channels, and there is no… — Claire-Louise Bennett Copy Share Image
“Do not turn me into restless waters if you cannot promise to be my stream.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“Some wounds never heal, and that man has just taken such a wounding.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“accept the fact that wounds, some wounds, do not heal; that things, some things, don’t work out, and that not everyone is spared.” — Claudia Serrano Copy Share Image
“In my opinion, wounds are like water boiled--they heal best left unwatched.” — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
“We tend to get what we expect, and if we expect nothing we get nothing. The stream cannot rise higher than its fountainhead;” — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
“No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record-as a blessing or a curse.” — Kaiten Nukariya 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
