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

a man who has decided upon self-destruction is far removed from mundane affairs, and to sit down and write his will would be, at that moment, an act just as absurd as winding up one’s watch, since together with the man, the whole world is destroyed; the last letter is instantly reduced to dust and,...

The word ‘survivor’ carries a weight of remembrance that has broken the minds and bodies of more than a few men and women. It also contains a humbling light of recognition that compels many to do whatever they can to help reinforce the efforts of those who might be ‘at risk’ of not just giving...

It was soon after that I, overwhelmed with the implications of that memory, overdosed – well, somebody did but as it was my mouth and my stomach that was involved I had to take the consequences. Somehow or other (did an alter ring him?) Bruce (from my support group) got to know, drove over and...

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

Newton’s laws of physics can rarely be applied to the real world. There is more to life than cause and effect. Things just aren’t that simple

If you believe suicide will bring you peace, or at the very least just an end to everything you hate- you are displaying self-caring behavior. You are still able to actively seek solutions to your problems. You are willing to go to great lengths to provide what you believe will be soothing to yourself.This strikes...

A” and a slash on each wrist and hung it on the bathroom mirrorBecause he couldn’t make it to the kitchen.

Matsu gathered up what little was left of the food and wrapped it back up in the furoshiki. ‘I followed you and the others down to the beach yesterday morning. I wondered if you might try to find your way to peace as she did.”I couldn’t,’ I began to cry, turning away in shame. Then...

As an extreme method of saving, I’d kidnap myself, if I thought I’d actually pay the ransom money before I committed suicide.

Everything…affects everything

Then take me to the Fiakker Bar. They say it’s a good show, and to-night I want to enjoy myself.”The others jumped up with a feeling of relief.I never confessed the secret to anyone, either then or afterwards. I had made up my mind at the end of those three minutes — for the first...

It was easy enough to kill yourself in a fit of despair. It was easy enough to play the martyr. It was harder to do nothing. To endure your life. To wait.

I sometimes stare into fire or into the night sky alone and wish for a girl or my situation to be different. I also then think why would god who created the beautiful Earth let Humans suffer and act the way they do. But I then realize that god has left you and everyone else...

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

suicide does not end the chances of life getting worse, suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better.

Sometimes you just gotta hope for the hope of having hope some day.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn’t live for very long without a heart.

Saul took the sword and fell upon it.” –1Sam 31:4pg 75

I was worse off than even Alison was; she hated life, I hated mysef. I had created nothing, I belonged to nothingness, to the néant, and it seemed to me that my own death was the only thing left that I could create.

I can say, and I am responsible for what I am saying, that they have started to commit suicide under the walls of Baghdad. We will encourage them to commit more suicides quickly.

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.

On average, since the urge to kill myself isn’t so strong that I actually kill myself, the world is worth living in.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

Fools commit suicide and think they’re doing themselves a favor.

When he endures nothing but endless miseries– What pleasure is there in living the day after day, Edging slowly back and forth toward death?Anyone who warms their heart with the glow Of flickering hope is worth nothing at all. The noble man should either live with honor or die with honor. That’s all there is...

And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can’t tell the difference, I’m never quite certain whether or not I’m actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until...

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...

Sometimes I though about killing myself. The idea of it circled my head, shining and lovely like a tinsel halo. How beautiful it would be if everything could just stop. If I could stop. If I didn’t have to feel like this. Yes, I thought about it and thought about it, but I was too...

If you have not known love, then the only reason not to die is that life will get better or god exists. If you don’t believe in either, perhaps it is time for you to go.

Suicide is man’s way of telling God, ‘You can’t fire me – I quit!

And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. . . . But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

Murder can be made to look like suicide, and suicide can be made to look like Murder

The only God who can lead you out of trouble when you are pursuing your dreams is the one who gave you that assignment. Neglecting him from your plans is tantamount to commitment of suicide.

Death is easy. To live is the most painful thing I could imagine and im weak and no longer willing to fight.

When suicide is out of fashion we conclude that none but madmen destroy themselves; and all the efforts of courage appear chimerical to dastardly minds … Nevertheless, how many instances are there, well attested, of men, in every other respect perfectly discreet, who, without remorse, rage, or despair, have quitted life for no other reason...

He tried drowning himself, but he only succeeded in taking a bath. That man was my dad, and I showed him how to tie a tie—and a noose.

The atheist suicide bomber is unfaithfully committed to his mission

The first question is, Is it truthful? Or is he committing suicide, effectively?

We charged both for two different aspects of what he did. It started as an assisted suicide and turned into a murder.

When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls’ emotional state at that point, he said, “Buffeted but not broken.

SUICIDE can be considered an act of MURDER committed on ONESELF

Suicide by train is also popular in many developed countries. Without ready access to firearms, suicidal people often turn to trains. —Der Spiegel, July 27, 2011Once it happens you can’t rememberhow you started out: innocent,barreling into the tunnel,shooting out at each stationlike a dolphin out of a dim green pool.Pneumatic doors inhale open, puff shut,lock...

He killed himself for wanting to live.

Any man who criticizes my suicide and passes judgment on me with an expression of superiority, declaring (without offering the least help) that I should have gone on living my full complement of days, is assuredly a prodigy among men quite capable of tranquilly urging the Emperor to open a fruit shop.

Suicide isn’t really about death, though. It’s about change. Release.

You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.

Messy, isn’t it?