The evidences we have collected show that it was a suicide attack.

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

He could not stand. It was not that he could not thrive, he was born with everything but the will — that can be deformed, just like a limb. Death was more interesting to him. Life could not get his attention.

Messy, isn’t it?

In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?

One deep breath, one last step and out into oblivion where death held out its arms into a welcoming embrace.

If poets often commit suicide, it is not because their poems are bad but because they are good. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide? The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at most.Unlike the scientist, the artist has reentry problems that...

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

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

One time, two years ago, I took a draught of morphia, meaning to end my life. My mother found me before the life was ended, the doctor drew the poison from my stomach with a syringe, and when I woke, it was to the sound of my own weeping. For I had hoped to open...

The reason I don’t Kill Myselfis because I know I can.

I worked on Mauna Kea for over five years and saw my health severely degrade during that time. Thetwo long term summit workers that I knew well died of disease conditions, another worker went on tocommit suicide, and others were argumentative.

There has been a marked increase in the incidence of larger and more deadly explosive devices, including suicide bombings.

Cinema is gambling. It is better to gamble on a unique film even if it seems like suicide.

Tilanteessa jossa henkilö on jo kiivennyt katolleja heiluttelee nyt räystään yli jalkojaan kuin krokettimailoja(puuttuu vain punainen pallo ja kalahdus, aimo annos aurinkoista mieltä)tyyneys on valttia. Haasteellisinta on hillitä vastustamaton halu kiivetähänen viereensä, levittää kädet siiviksi ja mäiskähtää katuun yhdessähänen kanssaan.

I have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts. What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to...

A phenomenon that a number of people have noted while in deep depression is the sense of being accompanied by a second self — a wraithlike observer who, not sharing the dementia of his double, is able to watch with dispassionate curiosity as his companion struggles against the oncoming disaster, or decides to embrace it....

The debate was wearing me out. Once you’ve posed that question, it won’t go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won’t. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark—why not kill myself? Missed the bus—better put...

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It’s just too much for them.

Why did she do it? Nobody dared to ask. Because – what courage! Who had the courage to burn herself? Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We’ve all had those. And somewhat more dangerous things, like putting a gun in...

Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don’t kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, “He fought so hard.” And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight...

Women are constantly trying to commit suicide for love, but generally they take care not to succeed.

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.

We tend to make adjustments in our lives to get by, to survive. Sometimes we don’t actually heal. We make changes. We deny. We mask. We cover up. We hide things. I could not change the fact Shellie committed suicide while I was away no more than I could change the fact she left me...

Have you ever gotten to a point where you looked at your own life, thought “Fu** this,” and reached for the economy-sized Valium? Ah, suicide. So dark and seductive.

Laine taped the last box shut. That was it, then: All of Gavin’s belongings put away; some for charity, some for the dump, some to be saved for a happier ‘one day’ that Laine felt, right now, was as distant as the stars.

Since September,I sat one seat behind Anna in algebra.Passed papers to her every day.Studied for tons of tests together.Though it often seemed impossible, Eventually,We always found the unknown for X.But not this time.This equationBounces against my brain.And sneers at all attempted answers.I know I’ll re-examine the variables,And reanalyze the unknowns, maybe forever. ButIt won’t matter.Because,...

And the only answer I know isThat no child should give up on life.Math deals in absolutes.But life is the most absolute of all.

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

The suicide passes a judgment. Society does not care to examine the judgment, but in defense of itself as is, condemns the suicide.

If the one who gave me life wants the real me to die… then all I can do is die.

I want to thank you so much for what you said two weeks ago. You see, I was walking back from the grave site where I just buried my son, and while I was walking home I was trying to figure out how I was going to kill myself. You’re kind words stop me from...

You’ll be surprised how infinitely merciful they [these tablets] are. The prescription number is 96814. I think of it as the telephone number of God!

Anyway, these ideas or feelings or ramblings had their satisfactions. They turned the pain of others into memories of one’s own. They turned pain, which is natural, enduring, and eternally triumphant, into personal memory, which is human, brief, and eternally elusive. They turned a brutal story of injustice and abuse, an incoherent howl with no...

When you’re in an extreme situation you tend to avoid facing it by getting caught up in little details. Like a guy who’s decided to commit suicide and boards a train only to become obsessed with whether he remembered to lock the door when he left home.

You don’t know what cold is until you’ve experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.

Who hasn’t wanted to die at one time or another?

No woman kills herself for love, and rarely for shame. It is the cruelty of hope that does a woman in; for no matter how many men a woman has given herself to, she never holds her life cheap until she foolishly believed it to be valued.

I’m tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I’m just going to lay it down now. It’s my time to die, and it’s your time to live. Don’t mess it up.

What people don’t understand about depression is how much it hurts. It’s like your brain is convinced that it’s dying and produces an acid that eats away at you from the inside, until all that’s less is a scary hollowness. Your mind fills with dark thoughts; you become convinced that your friends secretly hate you,...

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

We have indeed seen a reduction in the number of suicide attacks in Baghdad,

Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing.

Some people can’t keep fighting. Some people want to escape. Some people are not ready—are not able—to find a way to deal with what’s in front of them. Sometimes there’s no one to help them. Sometimes they don’t know how to ask for help. Sometimes it feels like there’s no choice but to end it....

Being depressed and suicidal doesn’t mean wanting to kill yourself every moment of every day. It may be a fixed obsession, but sometimes it gets relegated to the back of your head. Rather, it means the world takes on the very cut and dry, black and white, unilateral aspect of a flowchart.

What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I’m asked.To be honest, I don’t know. I really don’t.Mainly because I don’t see myself living long enough for that to make much of a difference.

Maybe I did mean to kill myself. I didn’t think it outright but…maybe the truth is, I didn’t–I don’t–much care one way or th’other.

I wish I knew why she never told me any of this. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it, that I was too sheltered or too innocent or something. If she had told me why she cut herself all the time, or that it was the pills that made her act so...

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.

I don’t want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.