Sylvia Plath Quotes About Depression

Quotes about: Depression

• The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Silence, Feminism

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.12, Hamilton Books

• I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Taken, Eye

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.53, Hamilton Books

• because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Glasses, Air

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.94, Hamilton Books

• It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Running, Two

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.395, Anchor

• I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Beautiful, Moving

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.75, Hamilton Books

• I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Mental Illness, Illness

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.84, Anchor

• Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Night, Dawn

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.66, Anchor

• You have lost all delight in life. Ahead is a large array of blind alleys. You are half-deliberately, half-desperately cutting off your grip on creative life. You are becoming a neuter machine. You cannot love, even if you knew how to begin to love. Every thought is a devil, a hell-if you could do a lot of things over again, ah, how differently you would do them! You want to go home, back to the womb. You watch the world bang door after door in your face, numbly, bitterly. You have forgotten the secret you knew, once, ah, once, of being joyous, of laughing, of opening doors.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Home, Cutting

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.67, Anchor

• Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Fall, Eye

  Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.155, Anchor

• ... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself in a straightjacket, and a drain on the family, murdering your mother in actuality, killing the edifice of love and respect built up over the years in the hearts of other people.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Mother, Heart

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.87, Anchor

• A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Yesterday, Vision

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.314, Anchor

• Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Stars, Writing

  Sylvia Plath (2000). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962”, Anchor

• When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Crazy, Insane

• I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Tired, Way

  Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.24, Faber & Faber

• It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Silly, Tired

  Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.95, Faber & Faber

• I’ll never speak to God again.

  Sylvia Plath

  Depression, Death, Speak

  Sylvia Plath (2011). “Letters Home”, p.43, Faber & Faber

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