Sylvia Plath Quotes

There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.

It's a weakness of mine to forget what it is I've just been talking about so that when people make witty allusions to it, I stare at them open-mouthed, not knowing what they're talking about.

My brain is just so busy. I'm inattentive; I'm a daydreamer: the space cadet kind.

Forgetting stuff is just human, especially when other things are on our minds.

What's clarity like? Try to remember that funny feeling inside your head when you had math problems too difficult to solve: the faint buzzing noise in your ears, a heaviness on both sides of your skull, and the sensation that your brain is twitching inside your cranium like a fish on the beach. This is the opposite sensation of clarity. Yet for many people of my era, as they aged, this sensation became the dominant sensation of their lives. It was as though day-to-day twentieth century living had become an unsolvable algebraic equation.

Fezzik's in trouble, bubble bubble, His brain is just not in the pink, His mind is rubble, rub-a-dub double, Because everyone needs him to think.

I just remembered that I'm absent minded... wait, I mean I lost my mind, I can't find it.

My mind is turning into kind of a fine gelatinous ball of pepper

My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.

Why is the mind incapable of deciding its own subject matter? Why when we desperately want to think of one thing to we invariably think of another?

I fear if I cannot think again, if my mind suddenly goes blank. It will be embarrassing.

I never read. I've never read one book... I just can't do it. Something's wrong with me. I have what they call now is 'ADD,' like I'll read and all of a sudden I'll be thinking about shopping or... I'm not there. I drift off. I get crazy, so I don't even bother.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

When I'm writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can't read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day.

I have trouble with any kind of focus or concentrating, or getting anything done at all, really.

I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'

I don't know what I have said. I have answered so many questions and I am so confused I don't know one thing from another. I am telling you just as nearly as I know.

It frustrates me when my mind wanders and when I end up reading the same words again and again.

I really don't retain information - by the time I arrive wherever I'm going, I already forget what it is that I wanted to say.

It's always been my weakness that my concentration tends to go when I get into scrappy frames.

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

A Wrackspurt . . . They’re invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy,” she said. “I thought I felt one zooming around in here.

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.