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.

Suicide solves midlife crises.

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.

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...

Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are myrevolt, my freedom, and my passion. By the mere activity ofconsciousness I transform into a rule of life what was an invitationto death—and I refuse...

There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.

Because it was all I wanted to fucking know. It was all I wanted to know in this fucking world: where did the beautiful boys go? Where did the beautiful boys go? Where the hell...

Drowning,Drowning on the land,Drowning,It doesn’t end.

I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, “How gay ‘twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree.

It puzzled K., at least it puzzled him looking at it from the policemen’s point of view, that they had made him go into the room and left him alone there, where he had ten...

It’s a shiny tin can of a day, bright but gray. Welcome to one of Florida’s two overcast days per year. A Florida winter can last a brutally long 48 hours, and in that time...

Suicide. It’s something I’ve been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That’s the note. Word for word. And I know it’s word for word because I wrote it dozens...

Melancholy suicide. —This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures...

I wish I could draw you how I see you. I’d draw a boy with the most magnetic smile, and the kindest hands, and eyes that are gloomy, but can sometimes be bright. I’d draw...

Life … is a burden. The day about to begin is an oppressive weight…. The erect penis is heavy, even heavier the hanging one. Even the most tender breast has to be dragged along.

For weeks Tyrone thought he was going to die any minute, and there were also times when he was afraid he wasnt going to die.

A brutal, relentless self-analysis lies at the heart of all despair.

I could smack her, punch her in the face, but then I see what she can’t hide from me. I’ve seen it before-the desperation, the agony, the need to find a reason to go on,...

I rummaged through the drawers in search of a strong poison. I thought of nothing as I looked; I had to get it over with as quickly as possible. It was as if it were...

What does despair mean to someone who interprets that emotion as a chemical reaction in the brain?

After a long analysis of Robson’s suicide, we concluded that it could only be considered philosophical in an arithmetical sense of the term: he, being about to cause an increase of one in the human...

I’m so unhappy that I’m going to overdose on aspirin,” but they’d be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.

I am waltzing with death, flirting with him, but he stands there smiling and saying nothing because he does not need to woo or be wooed: he knows he gets us all in the end.

Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless...

Isn’t watching sacred potential kill itself as good a punishment as eternal fire?

He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like.

…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

By then there had been other men. She’d flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, at the end, was in splinters.

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...

I am weary of this notion of faithfulness to a point of view at all cost. Life around us is ever changing, and I believe that one should try to change one’s slant accordingly—at least...

Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History...

Isn’t it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady…should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

I hope you read this, whoever you are, and imagine that there is a hypothetical person out there who needs your love, has been waiting silently, patiently for it all his life, is flawed and...

Strangman shrugged theatrically. “It might,” he repeated with great emphasis. “Let’s admit that. It makes it more interesting—particularly for Kerans. ‘Did I or did I not try to kill myself?’ One of the few existential...

Sometimes,you don’t wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems...

It’s peculiar to me,’ she said, ‘that everybody pays so much attention to living and so little to dying. Why are these high-powered scientists always screwing around trying to prolong life instead of finding pleasant...

We’re saying the story doesn’t end here, that the air in your lungs is there for a reason.

She was disgusted with herself…and the disgust permanently cured her of suicide. Her piddling life did not deserve dramatic remedies.

I’ve been accustomed to mysteries, holy and otherwise, since I was a child. Some of us care for orphans, amass fortunes, raise protests or Nielsen ratings; some of us take communion or whiskey or poison....

El suicidio seduce por su facilidad de aniquilación: en un segundo, todo ese absurdo universo se derrumba como un gigantesco simulacro, como si la solidez de sus rascacielos, de sus de sus acorazados, de sus...

You will be consumed by hellfire for all eternity.” That would be a bit strong.