Sylvia Plath Quotes

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.

What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

Psychologically, I will not have to seek far if I decide to kill myself, because in my mind and heart I am more ready for this than for the unplanned daily tribulations that mark off the mornings and afternoons.

Perspective [is] a luxury when your head [is] constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you're too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

I'm not glorifying it at all, I'm just basically telling you that sometimes I have suicidal thoughts. And maybe I should seek help, or maybe it's not that deep.

Depression is rage spread thin.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

People have so much pain inside them that they're not even aware of.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.