quote by Sylvia Plath

Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

— Sylvia Plath

Wonderful Herr quotations

I often think how much easier the world would have been to manage if Herr Hitler and Signor Mussolini had been at Oxford.

Raffiniert ist der Herr Gott, aber boshaft ist er nicht. God is subtle, but he is not malicious.

Herr Kafka, essen Sie keine Eier. (As one and only piece of dialog K recalls from his meeting with Rudolf Steiner - Mr. Kafka don't eat eggs.

Jetzt kommt die Pointe aller Pointen, die mir der Herr im Schlaf verliehen hat.

If the purpose of the wall was to destroy Berlin, Herr Ulbricht and his cohorts have erred sadly. Berlin is not only going to continue to exist - it's going to grow and grow and grow. Its ties to West Germany will not be severed.

Although once when we were talking after class, Herr Silverman told me that when someone rises up and holds himself to a higher standard, even when doing so benefits others, average people resent it, mostly because they're not strong enough to do the same.

I have been told that a young would-be composer wrote to Mozart asking advice about how to compose a symphony. Mozart responded that a symphony was a complex and demanding form and it would be better to start with something simpler. The young man protested, 'But, Herr Mozart, you wrote symphonies when you were younger than I am now.' Mozart replied, 'I never asked how.

And a pamphlet called Pick me up There is no genuine hatred against Herr Hitler.

I often think how much easier the world would have been to manage if Herr Hitler and Signor Mussolini had been at Oxford.

It is not too fantastic to say that he desired them with some of the absolute passion that characterised the exposed and flaming heart of Jesus which hung on Emilie's wall. Since this narrative has tried to avoid the canonisation of the Herr Direktor, the idea of the sensual Oskar as the desirer of souls has to be proved.

That's basically the mantra of Herr Silverman's teaching - think for yourself and do what's right for you, but let others do the same.

I love this quote uttered by the character Widget in The Night Circus.

He credits it to Herr Thiessen but knows it is a literary quote by the another author. "Wine is bottled poetry

Herr Altenburg, I can't; I have vertigo.' And Marek looked at him: 'All right - I'll get the chemist to fix me something.