Quotes About Suicide

Ryléiev foi executado aos 31 anos. Aos 36, Bátiuchkov enlouquece. Aos 22 morre Venetínov, e aos 32 Diélvig. Aos 34, Griboiédov é assassinado, Púchkin aos 37 e Liérmontov aos 26. Suas mortes foram caracterizadas mais de uma vez como formas de suicídio. O próprio Maiakóvski comparava seu combate contra a vida cotidiana aos duelos de Púchkin e Liérmontov.

Well, this is the town for it. The suicide capital of the world," said the dark writer. "Some of them come here and go nutty, while others come out here with the sole ambition of giving me tsurris. The rest want to jump off a bridge." "San Francisco's the town for that.

Men and women who have served in harm's way experience higher rates of divorce and suicide. Many battle the debilitating effects and stigma associated with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.

You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

But women aren't just bodies! ... boor! they're companions as well! what of their charms, their grace, their twitterings? sure, sure! if suicide appeals to you ...

Maybe they thought they could make me go and commit suicide if they yelled loud enough. But either you have it in you or you don't.

Kendini öldürmek isteyen birisi neden kendisi için deÄŸil de baÅŸkalar? için ölü olduÄŸunu hayal eder?

Are you not the one who told me that she had to petition the king to get her husband to sleep with her? Aye,that is the gossip at court, but no one knows what she looks like save the king,and he refuses to discuss it. 'Sides, her husband died on the way home to perform his....er duty. 'Twas probably suicide, Amaury muttered grimly.

If suicide is coupled, then it isn't simply the act of depressed people. It's the act of depressed people at a particular moment of extreme vulnerability and in combination with a particular, readily available lethal means.

Suicide is coupled. The first set of mistakes we make with strangers—the default to truth and the illusion of transparency—has to do with our inability to make sense of the stranger as an individual. But on top of those errors we add another, which pushes our problem with strangers into crisis. We do not understand the importance of the context in which the stranger is operating.

So here is the question: once the number-one form of suicide in England became a physiological impossibility, did the people who wanted to kill themselves switch to other methods? Or did the people who would have put their heads in ovens now not commit suicide at all?

Just as Tom Gau could, through the persuasive force of his personality, serve as a Tipping Point in a word-of-mouth epidemic, the people who die in highly publicized suicides-whose deaths give others permission to die-serve as the Tipping Points in suicide epidemics.

Overwhelmingly, the people who want to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge at a given moment want to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge only at that given moment.

When [Sylvia] Plath committed suicide, the suicide rate for women of her age in England reached a staggering 10 per 100,000. Driven by a tragically high number of deaths by gas poisoning. That is as high as the suicide rate for women in England has ever been. By 1977 when the Natural Gas changeover was complete, the suicide rate for young woman was half that.

And of every occupational category, poets have far and away the highest suicide rates—as much as five times higher than the general population. Something about writing poetry appears either to attract the wounded or to open new wounds—and few have so perfectly embodied that image of the doomed genius as Sylvia Plath.1

Suicides tend to fall in wartime, for example, and rise in times of economic distress.)

Suicide rates in 20th century Britain] goes way up when town gas first makes its way into British homes and comes plunging down as the changeover to natural gas begins in the late 1960s. In that 10 year window as town gas was being slowly phased out, thousands of deaths were prevented.

Suicide is a privilege of man which deity does not possess.

And to imagine other forms of human existence is exactly the challenge that is posed by the climate crisis: for if there is one thing that global warming has made perfectly clear it is that to think about the world only as it is amounts to a formula for collective suicide. We need, rather, to envision what it might be.

I was with a girlfriend of mine last night and we were talking about David Foster Wallace. It's been three years since he killed himself, I said. And she said, Yep. Waited a beat. And he's still dead.

Most of the girls were like me, the love children of suicides, singsong girls, and unmarried maidens.

To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.

The failures are not due to any injustice, but to an inner defect. It is always caused by the person himself. Yes, I know, you think you are doing an act of justice. But they will only suck you dry, wear out your energy, nourish themselves on your ideas. After being the most compassionate man in the world, I say to you today: Let the weak ones die, let them commit suicide.