The life I’ve livedWhat more can one ask forApart from a grand exitSlit of the wristTotal bliss

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

Suicide solves midlife crises.

Carved deep into my veins but didn’t bleedOverdosed on sleeping pills but didn’t sleepWhen your heart is heavy, it gets increasingly harder to breatheClearly there’s a GodBut why has he forsaken me?

Religions are popular in psych wards, especially religions with self-stylized heavens. Patients make suicide appeal this way.

A bind is when you’re quadriplegic, suicidal about that and unable to persuade your best friend to murder you.

Billions of years before twelve step groups, God committed shotgun suicide. Today wall scrapings share His gratitude stories.

Suicide ends for some patients so others call survival a feat – teamwork.

The fog is clearing; life is a matter of taste.

If you want to commit suicide why tell anyone? They’d ruin everything.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

Babies are never suicidal. Hard lives, not hard boiled eggs do that.

sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.

People have been driving off of the canyon for decades. I don’t know of any that were accidental. One Ranger who worked here before I did told me that on several occasions, when cars drove...

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.

Most of us would rather kill ourselves than be, particularly if who we think we are keeps dying. Many of us do.

I don’t mind pointing out some of the failings of old age, because we are all headed in that direction, unless of course we take our own lives before we become a burden. I’m not...

What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one’s wrists?

It may well be that we’ll find out … that he might see this as the moment to commit suicide, to take some form of poison.

Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.

Suicide pact: I’ll shoot you, and then you’ll shoot me.

After losing my job, I felt the only options available to me were razors, cyanide, or a shot to the face, until Renaldo, being the good friend that he is, reminded me how to tie...

if adversity and hopeless grief have quite taken away the taste for life; if an unfortunate man, strong of soul and more indignant about his fate than despondent or dejected, wishes for death and yet...

They called our arrangement a ‘Death Pact’ – but, really, that’s not a phrase that tells you anything important. It’s just the kind of phrase that sells newspapers. For us, it was never about death....

Every man has a right to kill himself.

Keep passing the open windows.

Bye-bye. I’m off on a journey to the real world. ‘Cause within this meta-reality what’s real is this – my death.

There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, everyone of them sufficient

Your partner may have injuries that you can’t repair. Your partner may be trapped in a dark room without windows. Your life narrative might bring him more relief than an opiate. Some people make better...

In the letter he left for the coroner he had explained his reasoning (for suicide): that life is a gift bestowed without anyone asking for it; that the thinking person has a philosophical duty to...

The awareness of the damage done by severe mental illness—to the individual himself and to others—and fears that it may return again play a decisive role in many suicides

My best friend is dead, and I could have saved her. It’s so wrong so completely and painfully wrong, that I walked through my front door tonight smiling.

Najbardziej lubię koniec grudnia, kiedy ciemno robi się o czwartej. Mogę włożyć pidżamę, łyknąć środek nasenny, położyć się do łóżka z butelką wina i książką. Tak żyję od lat. Słońce wstaje o dziewiątej, zanim człowiek...

Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn’t pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

Is suicide the last thing in live, that you can do, which makes us a human again? Is death a good way, to show the world, that I was in pain? Who would be there...

I could always accept not being the prettiest or the smartestBecause I had the best of friends.A and A they called us.But, Anna, somehow, I failed you. And now I’ve lost the best part ofMe.

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...

They’re not doing much for themselves. I’m sure they’d rather slip away, relax their fingers and float, but they can’t. They’re not allowed. Effort is so painful; our knuckles are white, yet we keep clinging....

La lassitude est la fin des actes d’une vie machinale, mais elle inaugure en même temps le mouvement de la conscience. Elle l’éveille et elle provoque la suite. La suite, c’est le retour inconscient dans...

They tell us that Suicide is the greatest piece of Cowardice… That Suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in this world to which every man has a more unassailable...

Do you see what this pure feeling ‘love’ can do to people? Just now, I know you wanted to take my head off. But if love is so pure, why do so many die in...

Everyone thought that things were getting back to normal. They had no idea that normal didn’t exist for me any more. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.

Have you ever wondered why we bury and cremate our dead? Nothing to do with hygiene, it’s just so we don’t have to see the reality of death. You know, the Zoroastrians used to leave...

Sometimes you get so tired of each day, you wish it was over. But it just goes on and on, like the silent prayers that forever go unanswered.” – excerpt from: freefalling

Sadness and boredom were more bearable than the effort of living a normal life. Perhaps the idea of death began to hover over her during that period, as a kind of higher order of lassitude...

Love makes sense to me in the same way that this statement might make sense to you: Parakeets flock like sheep flock like wool covers your eyes like a bald kidnap victim willingly locked in...

They’re simply seeking an interlude from emotional pain and searing mental agony, a sleep from which they’ll awaken to discover they’re the person they always wanted to be.

No man ever threw away life while it was worth keeping.

A few years ago it was suicide to overprice a house and then reduce it. Now we’re telling sellers to pick their price… there is no harm in reaching because the market is moving so...