Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image ““White Godiva, I unpeel -- Dead hands, dead stringencies.”” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“There breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray As men's are, dead.” — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“And the living prayed to their gods and begged for rescue from the armies of the dead, and there was no answer. For there… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Quick, where is the Red Cross God with the ointment and plaster the needle and thread and the clean linen bandages to mummify our… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“She'd worry about it later. For now, she had an appointment with a homicidal godlet.” — Diana Pharaoh Francis Copy Share Image
“They were there with their tongues cocked and loaded, the only real weapon left to weak folks. The only killing tool they are allowed… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Not unseated, Not even touched By the shocks of sickness, Gods stand worlds from men.” — Bacchylides Copy Share Image
“If the gods weren’t long dead, I might accuse them of lining up to take a shit on me.” — Luke Scull 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
