Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“It's the first time I've said those words out loud. I pause with my hands on the steering wheel, waiting to feel something extraordinary.… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“It doesn't matter what my eyes have seen, For the better out of the blue comes green.” — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
“He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The colors of… — Sophie Jordan Copy Share Image
“Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Piercing green eyes, luscious lips, a soothing voice and a mind more infinite than the universe.” — Soroosh Shahrivar 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
