A Quote by Sylvia Plath

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb. — © Sylvia Plath
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.
It's funny because when you do become successful, you're forced to look backwards and try to crawl back into the womb where you first started to create.
There is a tension in relationships between wanting to return to the womb, but also wanting to be free. Because sometimes the woman's attentions can be overly maternal, and you want to go, 'Ahhhh!'
You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
If you really serious ’bout helpin’ somebody, crawl down in the ditch with ’em, bandage up their wounds, and stick with ’em until they is strong enough to crawl up on your back and get out
Think of your favorite teacher you ever had in school: the one who made it the most fun to go to class. They surprise you. They keep you guessing. They keep you coming back, wanting to know what's going to happen next.
How many years will you crawl through this castle, so satisfied and still wanting more?
Think of your favorite teacher you ever had in school: the one who made it the most fun to go to class. They surprise you. They keep you guessing. They keep you coming back, wanting to know whats going to happen next.
Call it "womb awe" or even "womb worship" but it's not simple envy. I don't remember even wanting to be a woman. But each of the three times I have been present at the birth of one of my children, I have been overwhelmed by a sense of reverence... It was quite suddenly, the first day of creation; the Goddess giving birth to a world... Like men since the beginning of time I wondered: What can I ever create that will equal the magnificence of this new life?
I can imagine nothing more wonderful than always wanting to keep a man. It's this NOT wanting to keep them, and yet not quite being able to disentangle one's self, never quite having the ruthlessness to stike at the hands on the gunwale with an oar until they let go - that's the horrible thing.
If you want people to follow you for a long time, you have to keep them coming back and wanting more.
I came out of my mother's womb wanting to be a professional wrestler. But then notoriety and stardom happened, and I started getting cocky.
The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.
Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.
We inherit every one of our genes, but we leave the womb without a single microbe. As we pass through our mother's birth canal, we begin to attract entire colonies of bacteria. By the time a child can crawl, he has been blanketed by an enormous, unseen cloud of microorganisms - a hundred trillion or more.
Going back and forth between wanting to be respected artistically and wanting to move people is its own challenge.
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