It’s too late.I chose life too late.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

Nafasi yako peponi itapotea iwapo utamruhusu Pluto (kiongozi wa ahera) akukaribishe bazarai (makao makuu ya ahera) kwa kuchukua maisha yako mwenyewe. Kujiua ni kujipenda zaidi kuliko unaowapenda. Anayejiua hujifikiria zaidi yeye kuliko wengine.

I think suicide is the most painful minute a person can go through, but it somehow may be beautiful to devout to that pain with the joy of it’s promise; silence, because we have no...

so you suspect his death was a suicide.

Il existe je ne sais quoi de grand et d’épouvantable dans le suicide. Les chutes d’une multitude de gens sont sans danger, comme celles des enfants qui tombent de trop bas pour se blesser; mais...

Confidence don’t mean jack shit in the real world, sis,” she once said. I feel myself finding the courage to trust those words more and more with every twist of the knife. Coincidentally, last Tuesday...

I wish I could break this window. Step through it. But I can’t break this window. I can’t even find some less dramatic way to die inside of this school, like hanging myself or slitting...

It was Chelsea who captures our plummet before it reaches the deepest parts of our vulnerability.

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Because . . . most of us think that the point is something to do with work, or kids, or family, or whatever. But you don’t have any of that. There’s nothing between you and...

During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water.

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Women kill themselves because they hope to gain something,” said Kadife. “Men kill themselves because they’ve lost hope of gaining anything.

July 24, 6:03 A.M.The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff…Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for...

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it….In my sleep, a natural death!

Maybe all you need to pull you back form the ledge is to know someone would miss you if you fell.

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.

I’ve been asked by lots of people, “What happens if you do kill yourself?” They want to know about what it would be like for other people around you, like the person who would find...

Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.

I, myself, spent 9 years in an insane asylum and never had any suicidal tendencies, but I know that every conversation I had with a psychiatrist during the morning visit made me long to hang...

Mind led bodyto the edge of the precipice.They stared in desireat the naked abyss.If you love me, said mind,take that step into silence.If you love me, said body,turn and exist.

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

You were said to have died of suffering. But you died because you searched for happiness at the risk of finding the void.

Era linistitor sa stiu ca seara nu voi mai trai.

Love gives insight, Maggie, and insight often gives foreboding. Listen to me, let me supply you with books; do let me see you sometimes, be your brother and teacher, as you said at Lorton. It...

He [Wallace] sent a quick note to his friend [Franzen] explaining his behavior. “the bold fact is that I’m a little afraid of you right now,”[…] “all I can tell you is that I may...

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.

Life…. It’s better than the alternative.

All’s well that ends well.”Assuming there’s an end somewhere,’ Aomame said.Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. ‘There has to be an end somewhere. It’s just that...

The anarch’s study of the history of the caesars has more of a theoretical significance for him – it offers a sampling of how far rulers can go. In practice, self-discipline is the only kind...

The Ballad of Lucy JordanThe morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy JordanIn a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban townAs she lay there ‘neath the covers dreaming of a thousand loversTill...

(…) 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...

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.

. . .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,...