Sylvia Plath Quotes

Kill me, I don't care. I do not want to be on this Earth anymore.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

For a long time, I didn't want to live.

I won the argument against the knife that night, but barely. I had some other good ideas around that time--about how jumping off a building or blowing my brains out with a gun might stop the suffering. but something about spending a night with a knife in my hand did it. The next morning I called my friend Susan as the sun came up, begged her to help me. I don't think a woman in the whole history of my family had ever done that before, had ever sat in the middle of the road like that and said, in the middle of her life, "I cannot walk another step further--somebody has to help me.

Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself." "Are you trying to tempt me?" "Ha-ha.

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

I never felt like dying was a good idea.

The sky was horribly dark , but one could distinctly see tattered clouds , and between them fathomless black patches. Suddenly I noticed in one of these patches a star , and began watching it intently. That was because that star had given me an idea : I decided to kill myself that night .

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

I didn't really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry... but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.

I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

I never tried to kill myself or anything.

I was so low that I wanted to exit. And I took a bunch of pills, and they were sleeping pills. And at least they would put me to sleep, and maybe I wouldn't wake up, and that was fine.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

I loved music, but I found myself at the point where I wanted to die. I didn't care about life.

The best I can say is that it's better for me to write about despair and darkness than to be incapable of getting off the sofa. It's better to write about suicide than to contemplate it too heavily.

The man, who in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.

Hopelessness is a really toxic and dangerous state.

Depression is so treacherous - it can be so alluring as well as punishing. After all, it's yours and yours alone - no one else can interfere with it.

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

It got to a point where I didn't care... about living at all.