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

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.

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...

No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.

funny”, you know?I feel taller. I like that.I’ve never been away from my shadow forthis long. It had always clung to my feet,parting momentarily for a quick dive intothe swimming pool. But never for fivehours....

This book is dedicated to those who have died as a result of mind control and/or ritual abuse, and those who have lived when they would rather have died.

If you won’t live for yourself than do it for me. If you don’t want to live for me than choose something else. Anything is better than losing another person to that fake paradise that...

But of course it’s always gonna be Suicide, our fingerprints, ya know? You can’t ever get rid of that.

Since you seldom spoke, you were rarely wrong. You seldom spoke because you seldom went out. If you did go out, you listened and watched. Now, since you no longer speak, you will always be...

Well-known, alas, is the case of the poor German who was very fond of three and who made each aspect of his life a thing of triads. He went home one evening and drank three...

The greatest regret of my military career was as Commanding General of the 1st Cavalry Division in Iraq in 2004-2005, he later wrote of the decision he made. I lost 169 soldiers during that year-long...

The red washingdown the bathtubcan’t change the color of the seaat all.

Being grateful is the bridge between the world of nightmares and the world where we are free to say no. It’s the bridge between the world of delusions and the world of creativity.It’s the power...

Every day I would run to the library to get new books. Reading was a passion: I wanted to understand life. I read Dostoevsky and Brehm, Jules Verne and Turgenev, Dickens and the Zhivopisnoye Obozreniye;...

We don’t know if he was just morose or whether or not this was a contemplation of suicide. It’s like a jigsaw puzzle.

Write something, even if it’s just a suicide note.

Suicide seemed to me the greatest kind of freedom, a release from everything, from a life that had been ruined a long time ago

I was right; just as soon as you take the first step toward getting to know someone your own age, everything you thought was magical about that person turns to shit right in front of...

I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine – I’m here.””Is there something wrong with that?””Absolutely.

Mary Hepburn was meanwhile murdering herself up in her room, lying on her bed with the polyethylene sheath of her “Jackie dress” swapped around her head. The sheath was now all steamed up inside, and...

That sounds weird: “kill yourself.” It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.

When people are suicidal, their thinking is paralyzed, their options appear spare or nonexistent, their mood is despairing, and hopelessness permeates their entire mental domain. The future cannot be separated from the present, and the...

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

She often told me she was frightened of getting old…

Te leven betekent strikt genomen niets anders dan dag voor dag zelfmoord op te schuiven.

And on it flows. I long to lie down quietly by the banks of a blue lake and die … and when I’m dead for my body to be consumed by birds and beasts, leaving...

Yes — or rather, it’s not so much that I want to die as that I’m tired of living.

So, Anna, did you knowThat when you kill yourselfThose you say you love,They die too?

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

When I arrived at the house in the suburbs that night I seriously contemplated suicide for the first time in my life. But as I thought about it, the idea became exceedingly tiresome, and I...

The mind, when it reaches its limits, must make a judgment and choose its conclusions. This is where suicide and the reply stand.

A society that believes in nothing can offer no argument even against death. A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.

Where did my friend go? Was there a place they all gathered, the lost and self destructive? Was there a room they put them in? Necks burnt with rope or holes in their skulls. Beach-water...

You and your scars. Please! You don’t kill youself like this!” I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. “That’s just a cry...

Wanaume hujiua kwa sababu ya fedha. Wanawake hujiua kwa sababu ya mapenzi.

oh, a medonha coragem dos que vão arrancando de si, dia a dia, a doçura da saudade do que passou, o encanto novo da esperança do que há-de vir, e que serenamente, desdenhosamente, sem saudades...

A shadow is midnight’s whisper, I thought as I shouted at my invisible clone. Killing your own clone is the only time you could commit murder and suicide at the same time by killing just...

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

How unhappy does one have to be before living seems worse than dying?