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...

They say that if you really want to kill yourself, no one can stop you. There are too many ways to do it. You can jump off a bridge or a building. You can hang...

un de ces jours tu ne reviendras pas, nonseulemetn “la mort viendra et ell aura tes yeux”.

Does any man have the right to dispose of his own life? This is the ultimate question of moral entitlement, and relevant only if right is relevant in this context, and it is not. A...

I have always felt that suicide was connected to communication. Not due to a lack of opportunity, but to an impossibility to communicate and be understood. It can be frustrating to try to share something...

HC: You think I shall differently tomorrow? [about suicide]J: People do.HC: Yes, perhaps. If you’re doing things in a mood of hot despair. But when it’s cold despair, it’s different. I’ve nothing to live for,...

Then there is the cosmologist, who views himself as nothing but a manipulation of atoms; his mind configured out of randomness into the tool a vast, blind universe might use to perceive itself. If this...

Visiems savižudžiams taip pat yra pažįstama kova su savižudybės pagunda. Kažkokiame savo sielos kamputyje kiekvienas puikiausiai žino, kad nors savižudybė ir yra išeitis, bet vis dėlto ji tėra tik šiek tiek menkas ir neteisėtas atsarginis...

Von allen Abenteuern ist Selbstmord das literarischste, mehr noch als Mord.

The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, almost made me die.

So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was...

Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people’s reaction to my trying to commit suicide.

He were found drowned. He were coming home very hopeless o’ aught on earth. He thought God could na be harder than men; mappen not so hard; mappen as tender as a mother; mappen tenderer....

What is the charm in dying when we fully well know that we are not going to get another chance at living?

I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented life. The spirit torn in bits so that the body follows.

At hun er i live er bra, men det er ikke dét det handler om.

And thus they form a perfect group; he walks back two or three paces, selects his point of sight, and begins to sketch a hurried outline. He has finished it before they move; he hears...

Mi tiene il polso alzato, controllando che non perda ancora. Lui è caldo, stranamente caldo in confronto a tutto il resto. La notte è fredda, come il cemento su cui sono sdraiato, come il mio...

What if I just want to die?””Then I will be sad and disappointed that you cheated yourself out of your chance at existence. Not all of us have that opportunity, you know, to choose life.

We human beings glimpse lofty ideals, catch ourselves betraying them, and sink to suicidal despair–despair from which only the love of our friends can save us, since friends see in us those nobler qualities we...

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

He raised his hands, then we grabbed him and persuaded him to assist us to dismantle the suicide vest that he was wearing,

I love you madly.

He pulls the gun away from his head and sets it on the coffee table. He wonders who first called it a coffee table. He gets to his feet and walks into the hallway. He...

Jeg kommer netop nu fra et Selskab, hvor jeg var Sjælen; Vittigheder strømmede ud fra min Mund, alle loe, beundrede mig – men jeg gik, ja den Tankestreg bør være ligesaa lang som Jordbanens Radier...

[Jean] had the guts to kill herself, and I admire her for it, although, of course, she was quite crazy at the time, with a brain misfiring like a cross-wired laptop. Pressing the keystrokes love,...

Could you just imagine? If every suicide rose–think of Faulkner’s Quentin Compson as a vampire. I don’t hate the South I don’t I don’t. She wondered how they’d have worked it out in Cambridge when...

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

Qu´e ce que c´est quel-qu´un qui souffre et qui fait couler son sang pour que tout le monde soit coupable? Tout les suicider sont le Christ et toute les baignoires sont le Graal et pour...

Another year in Ottawa would be suicide and my feeling is everyone there is ready to bail out. Ottawa has proven it is not the right city.

And then again, maybe it was some weird noise in my brother’s head, some little digital murmur he never told anyone about. I’ve heard about that – how you wake up one day and there’s...

I canalmost understandwhypeopleleapfrombridges.

Camus said there is only really one serious philosophical question, which is whether or not to commit suicide. I think there are four or five serious philosophical questions:The first one is: Who started it?The second...

The last time I saw you, you were wearing a white cotton shirt. You were standing upright with your wife on the lawn, in the sunlight, in front of the chateau, at my brother’s wedding....

The Suicide, as she is falling,Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appallingThe thought she will be dead so soon.

Suicide is very contagious.

It is always consoling to think of suicide;it’s what gets one through many a bad night.