(…) my money guy Richard is going without a tie now, like a politician who wants to appeal to the suffering common man (or perhaps every morning his firm takes the ties and shoelaces away...

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?

So that’s it. That’s the big secret. I tried to kill myself on New Year’s eve. Just like Sadie did last night. Only she really did it. I don’t know all the detatils, just the...

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I was so blinded by her talent that I didn’t recognize the tremendous pain behind her work. She gave me hundreds of images, so many chances to see that she was in trouble. I failed...

I guess it’s also not a good thing when you start relating yourself to a late nineteenth century nut bag who shot himself, but hey, you’ve got to relate to something if you ever want...

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that’s to be died.

He could not stand. It was notThat he could not thrive, he was bornWith everything but the will –That can be deformed, just like a limb.Death was more interesting to him.Life could not get his...

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

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

(Sid’s suicide note:)WE HAD A DEATHPACT I HAVE TO KEEPMY HALF OF THEBARGAIN.PLEASE BURY MEPTONEXT TO MY BABY.BURY ME IN MYLEATHER JACKET,JEANS AND MOTORCYCLE BOOTSGOODBYE

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

. . .the most important philosophical question we can each ask ourselves is, ‘Do I or do I not wish to commit suicide?’ If we say, ‘No I do not,’ as most of us would,...

Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for?

When others cannot find something to hold onto … we can reach out and be their anchor in that moment.

It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself. But there’s something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something...

In the depression, was I ever suicidal; or in other words, did I ever think about taking my life? I’m not sure if I ever pondered this act but, honestly, I did not care whether...

It is good to be a cynic — it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all.

I don’t demand much. All I expect is for you to love me so much you kill yourself just to get my attention.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

Love is a bronze statue sinking in quicksand. But if I hand you a lasso, will you try to save the statue—or use the lasso to hang yourself? If you need me, I’ll be here...

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn’t seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

I’m gonna draw a picture. a picture with a twist… I’ll draw it with a razor blade. I’ll draw it on my wrist…

Tell me, where in life is there a value that would make us consider suicide uncalled for on principle! Love? Or friendship? I guarantee that friendship is not a bit less fickle than love and...

It’s all well and good to have profound thoughts on a regular basis, but I think it’s not enough. Well, I mean: I’m going to commit suicide and set the house on fire in a...

The book of Jonah is one of the shortest books in the Bible. Yet, something beneath the surface whispers to us, hinting that there is much more beneath this little book. (page iii)

We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and...

Everyone absolutely knows what a strawberry tastes like, even if you are allergic to them. Everyone absolutely knows what the toilet flushing sounds like. Everyone absolutely scratches their mosquito bites. And I know that I...

So you want to commit suicide,huh? Why? Life doesn’t compel you to choose that way.Generally People makes you commit suicide.And those who makes you feel bad,trust my word, they don’t care about you. Then why...

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

So it’s back once more, back up the slope.Why do they always ruin my ropewith their cuts?I felt so ready the other day,Had a real foretaste of eternityIn my guts.Spoonfeeding me yet another sipfrom life’s...

I can’t deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are...

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...

I was so tired of fighting. Tired of hurting. Tired of the guilt that never released me, and the regrets that could not be changed. I didn’t want this life. They’re were only so many...

We who burrow in filth every day may be forgiven perhaps the one sin that ends all sins.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It’s really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

I’d wasted so much of my life. So many of my days, and all of my promise, all of my dreams, lost to hospitals, to depression, to wanting to die. This wasn’t how it was...

However, the struggle with that sentinel is, as a rule, not so hard as it may seem from a long way off, mainly in consequence of the antagonism between the ills of the body and...

Suicide isn’t something people do to hurt other people. It’s something people do to release themselves from pain.

I can just close my eyes and let myself fall into oblivion. Maybe I’ll hit the exact same rocks and my blood will mingle with his and maybe there’s some kind of life after death...

I don’t know why, but there’s always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn’t ever want to leave the dark behind.

Kujiua ni ubinafsi kwa sababu ya watu wanaokupenda.

There’s no reason to live, but there’s no reason to die, either. The only way we can still show our contempt for life is to accept it. Life is not worth the bother of leaving...

she committed suicide by putting her extremities down the garbage disposal-first one arm and then, kind of miraculously if you think about it, the other arm.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Some people’s glasses are half full. I’m the one drinking them. Some people have forgotten that Pluto is still a planet. I still remember my childhood. Some people are vegans. I have common sense.Some people...

The man who kills a man kills a man.The man who kills himself kills all men.As far as he is concerned, he wipes out the world.

I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, “Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet.