Sylvia Plath Quotes

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

I'm glad that I never ended up killing myself, though I came close more times than I would like to admit.

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

A suicide is both a rebuke to the living and a puzzle that defies them to solve it. Like a poem, suicide is finished and refuses to answer questions as to its final cause.

On average, since the urge to kill myself isn't so strong that I actually kill myself, the world is worth living in.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)

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.

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

Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.

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.

Dwayne's bad chemicals made him take a loaded thirty-eight caliber revolver from under his pillow and stick it in his mouth. This was a tool whose only purpose was to make holes in human beings.

After my brush with the suicidal impulse, I listen with new ears to others when they speak on the subject. I think there are people who were born with that little door open, and they have to go through life knowing that they might jump through it at any moment.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

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

I couldn't commit suicide if my life depended on it.

I was, you know, a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

Suicide is the worst form of murder, because it leaves no opportunity for repentance.

It takes away a lot of the thrill of killing yourself when people are looking for you and you're disappointing them, because it is a lot of fun when you're out there killing yourself.

It was not as easy to commit suicide as to contemplate it.

Suicidal thinking, if serious, can be a kind of death scare, comparable to suffering a heart attack or undergoing a cancer operation. One survives such a phase both warier and chastened. When-ten years ago-I emerged from a bad dip into suicidal speculation, I felt utterly exhausted and yet quite fearless of ordinary dangers, vastly afraid of myself but much less scared of extraneous eventualities.

I once talked about wanting to kill myself, but I don't think I was ever really planning on doing it. It was just comforting to know that I could.

Suicide thwarts the plan of the entity which sends out the personality. Fortunately, the entity is far beyond the reach of man's destructive tendencies.

Don't commit suicide, because you might change your mind two weeks later.