Fingers Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““What did my fingers do before they held him?”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Did Fingers Fingers Fingers Held Held
“I watched the way our fingers intertwined, and I thought, What are hands made for but this? For holding. For holding on.” — James Patterson Copy Share Image
“He was protecting me with just the tips of his fingers, like five miniature copies of his heart touching my skin.” — Megan Duke Copy Share Image
“Even now, I hoped he would take my hand, and when he didn't, I felt my empty hand as if it were missing a… — Jaclyn Dolamore Copy Share Image
“Lacing my fingers through his, I studied them. His fingers were so much longer than mine, and I envisioned what those fingers could do.… — Victoria H. Smith Copy Share Image
“he brought her fingers to his mouth, kissed her knuckles, and made a show of inspecting her hand, as if he'd never seen it… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“His hand was a lot bigger than mine, but the gentle way he laced our fingers together made me feel cared for, almost treasured.” — S.J. West Copy Share Image
“He had big hands, strong hands. My entire hand had fit easily in his palm, his fingers easily closing around mine.” — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“His plastic hand is up and he's waggling his fingers, I pretend I don't see. I'm not going to give him my fingers, I… — Emma Donoghue Copy Share Image
“It was the first time either of them had ever held another's hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“I extended my middle fingers. Both of them. When she saw, I moved them around in the air.” — Tijan 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
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
Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things. — Fergus Henderson Copy Share Image
The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the… — Ida B. Wells Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. — William Ralph Inge Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
[Sport officials] blocked their support of us. But those individuals [ Muhammad Ali, the Jim Browns, the Bill Russells, Kareem Abdul Jabbar ] were… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image