Quotes About Suicide

Last week I told my psychiatrist, 'I keep thinking about suicide', and he told me from now I have to pay in advance.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.

Humorists can never start to take themselves seriously. It's literary suicide.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.

If I did not have a sense of humor, I would have long ago killed myself.

If a person with multiple personalities threatens suicide, is that considered a hostage situation?

They watched the rain and downed their Cokes like a pair of diabetics in a suicide pact.

Instead of committing suicide, people go to work.

after I published a paper showing that suicidal poets used pronouns differently from non-suicidal poets, a slightly inebriated poet threatened me with a butter knife at a party in my own home.

ECT is still used – in much more limited circumstances, but on the most vulnerable patients. It is still highly controversial. Its opponents say it is a licensed way of producing brain damage. Its proponents claim it saves deeply depressed patients from suicide. Doctor-led follow-up studies report on it much more favourably than patient-led studies. There is now general acceptance that it leads to memory loss, that this may be permanent and may be severe.

Cuando alguien decide matarse, no hay manera de impedirlo.

in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real (so he smiles smiling)but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment The is blond with small hands & everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

The day I brought my suicide dream he got quite conversant. The dream was thus. I had gone to Holland to avail myself of their suicide hospitality. It was a sort of garage, the light from the fluorescent tubes ghastly bright. We were told to sit for a given time. The waiting was perhaps to allow the sufferers to make peace with themselves or maybe write a last letter to kith and kin. Not once did we acknowledge one another.

He didn't believe there was a Heaven or Hell, and to him, the concept of sin was an abstraction founded in cultural mythology. It wasn't science, therefore it wasn't real. He knew though, that suicide was universally considered a sin, a grievous sin, and for some reason-perhaps a subconscious instinct of self-preservation, which was actually a biological, not a spiritual activity, he wondered... What if I'm wrong? What if I kill myself and I go to Hell?

Capital erosion was another way to waste his substance, to become as thin and hollow as he felt, to lighten the burden of undeserved good fortune, and commit a symbolic suicide while he still dithered about the real one. He also nursed the opposite fantasy that when he became penniless he would discover some incandescent purpose born of his need to make money.

Suicide wore the mask of self-rejection; but in reality nobody took their personality more seriously than the person who was planning to kill himself on its instructions. Nobody was more determined to stay in charge at any cost, to force the most mysterious aspect of life into their own imperious schedule.

No estoy de acuerdo. Hay que luchar contra todas las injusticias. —¿Querés más injusticia que vos y yo hablando día y noche del suicidio? —Pero nosotras somos intelectuales.

Quien no vive trágicamente se vuelve idiota. Vivir trágicamente es tomar el camino de la locura y del suicidio a corto plazo. Esto que digo implica tanto idiotez cuanto locura. No

como sólo puedo amar yo: con una desesperación sin límites, sin esperanza, suicidamente, dementemente, estérilmente. como quien sueña que tiene hambre y se despierta y llora de sed como quien sueña que tiene sed y se despierta y llora de hambre.

no me condenes, dije llorando como nunca he llorado, pidiéndole, rogándole, sos tan diferente, dijo, tan diferente, aquí sus ojos serios porque calculaba, sí, sin duda calculaba que yo iba a traer el escándalo de la poesía a su vida calculada de horarios y encuentros nada entrañables, negándome como quien se niega al sol, ocupado en preparar su suicidio. El mío vendrá pronto. Yo no puedo vivir. Esto lo sé. Lo he sabido siempre. Siempre lo supe. Ahora lo sé.

A bumptious, outgoing soul, Tillotson would later earn a footnote in literary history as the doctor whose electroshock therapy so traumatized Smith College junior Sylvia Plath that she attempted suicide shortly thereafter.

In August 2020, the Centers for Disease Control reported that 25 percent of adults ages eighteen to twenty-four said they had seriously considered suicide during the month of June. That figure was more than double the percentage who had reported doing so in a similar survey in 2018. These young adults are at essentially no risk from the coronavirus.

My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent.

Rough sleepers have a life expectancy of forty-two years. They are thirty-five times more likely to commit suicide than the rest of the population. In