Quotes About Suicide

death certificates were filled out with no effort at determining cause. Among the entries were 'could be suicide or murder,' and 'either assault of diabetes.' In one instance, a coroner had attributed a death to 'diabetes, tuberculosis, or nervous indigestion.' A few death certificates simply read 'act of God.

She began to scream at the top of her lungs, "I wanna die! I wanna die! I'm gonna kill myself! I wanna die!" Everyone in the neighborhood could hear her.

how close I came to suicide. Trina was right. It is a passing impulse, a signal that change is needed. If I had done it I wouldn't be here, in a giant bed in Paris, having my sore face kissed by tiny lips. I was in the afterwards, it was glorious, and a lot of people didn't make it here. That is all I'm saying about that.

How many of those dead animals you see on the highway are suicides?

There is a tendency today to turn moral issues into amoral ones, to argue that many of the decisions and choices we make are merely personal choices that lie outside the ethical purview. For example, in the current debate about euthanasia or physician-assisted suicide, some argue that this is not a moral issue but simply a matter of controlling one's life. Ethical questions need not be raised.

More than 40 percent of the suicides among chemists, both men and women, occur from swallowing cyanide, according to a report in the New York Times (9/4/87).

There is a growing moral view that patients should take charge of their own ends now that more sophisticated means of suicide – as described in this book – are available.

I've never seen so much suicide...The Bible is full of hope.

NOTHING is worth hurting yourself over. NOTHING is worth taking your life over, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

The honor of a nation is its life. Deliberately to abandon it is to commit an act of political suicide.

We knew that members of the second expedition to Area X had committed suicide by gunshot and members of the third had shot each other.

The word "Annihilation" was followed by "help induce immediate suicide." We had all been given self-destruct buttons, but the only one who could push them was dead.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin, he said, "What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Sure," she answered. "Just give me a minute." A minute to jump to my death off my balcony.

Toby wasn't an idiot." Jameson's expression was sharp. "Unless this was some kind of suicide pact, he would have had a contingency plan to make sure that he and his friends weren't caught in the flames.

People across history speak of being haunted by suicides and tempted by them toward the grave.

Petrarch also writes that suicides are caused by anger, disdain, impatience, and "a kind of furious forgetfulness of what thou art.

The mistake of Marc Antony's death haunts all suicides, with its reminder that we do not always know where we really are in our story.

It must be recognized that staying alive though suicidal is an act of radiant generosity, a way in which we can save each other.

There are different ways to die. There's jumping off a roof and there's slowly poisoning yourself with the flesh of another every single day.

The Parents, as my mother and father refer to Mr. Finch and Mrs. Finch, are insisting it was an accident, which, I guess, means we're free to mourn him out in the open in a normal, healthy, unstigmatised way. No need to be ashamed or embarrassed since suicide isn't involved.