Quotes About Suicide

Rachel hadn't invented the dangers of toxoplasmosis; she'd gone online and built an airtight case. This wasn't crazy talk. Neurobiologists had linked T. gondii to suicide and the onset of schizophrenia. All caused by exposure to cat poop. Some studies even suggested that the toxo brain parasites chemically coerced people to adopt more cats. Those crazy cat ladies were actually being controlled by an infection of single-cell invaders.

So why do you want to die so bad?

It was just one more pre­dictable mass sui­cide in a world filled with splin­ter groups that limp along un­til they're con­front­ed.

Some want to die but are just looking for my permission. Some want to die and just need a little encouragement. A little push.

Here in the bathroom with me are razor blades. Here is iodine to drink. Here are sleeping pills to swallow. You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you reenlist.

Não me pergunte quando porque eu não me lembro, mas, no meio disso tudo, eu acabo me esquecendo de cometer suicídio.

Esistono un'infinità di modi per suicidarsi senza morire. Una era guardarti baciarla.

Öldür kendini, diyorum. Öldür kendini. Öldür kendini. K?z?n biri aray?p, Ölmek insan?n can?n? çok yakar m?? diye soruyor. Bak tatl?m, diyorum, evet yakar ama, yaÅŸamaya devam etmek çok daha fazla ac?t?r. Sadece merak etmiÅŸtim diyor. KardeÅŸim geçen hafta intihar etti de. Çev. Funda Uncu

In most hospitals, Nurse Flamingo means a fire. Dr. Blaze means a fire. Dr. Green means a suicide. Dr. Blue means somebody stopped breathing.

love is a mission a man goes on every day. A mission a man never completes until death. In that way, true love is a suicide mission.

New York was just a city. He had seen her wake in the morning like a slut, and pick murdered men from between her teeth, and suicides from the tangles of her hair.

The body, I had been taught, wants only to live. Suicide, I had understood, is an act not of the body against itself but of the will against the body. Yet here I beheld a body that was going to die rather than change its nature.

Two other women took their own lives that spring, more than usual but nothing remarkable. No one with a name that would be remembered come winter, so shallow was their mark.

He was drowning in depression and contemplating suicide. One day a friend noticed that his outlook had changed to hopeful serenity. The soldier attributed his transformation to reading Man's Search for Meaning. When he was told about the soldier, Frankl wondered whether "there may be such a thing as autobibliotherapy—healing through reading.

Both men had talked of their intentions to commit suicide. Both used the typical argument—they had nothing more to expect from life. In both cases it was a question of getting them to realize that life was still expecting something from them; something

Let us consider, for instance, "Sunday neurosis," that kind of depression which afflicts people who become aware of the lack of content in their lives when the rush of the busy week is over and the void within themselves becomes manifest. Not a few cases of suicide can be traced back to this existential vacuum.

suicide can be traced back to this existential vacuum. Such widespread phenomena as depression, aggression and addiction are not understandable unless we recognize the existential vacuum underlying them.

She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble.

He would argue with her about killing themselves; and explain how wicked people were; how he could see them making up lies as they passed in the street. He knew all their thoughts, he said; he knew everything. He knew the meaning of the world, he said.

AÅŸa-numita persoan? deprimat? care încearc? s? se sinucid? nu face asta din disperare sau din vreo convingere abstract?. Åži nici pentru c? dintr-o dat? ideea de a muri îi devine atr?g?toare. Persoana a c?rei agonie invizibl? a atins un nivel insuportabil se va sinucide la fel cum o persoan? va alege s? sar? de la fereastra unei înc?peri cuprinse de fl?c?ri.

She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself.

I have journeyed back in thought --with thought hopelessly tapering off as I went-- to remote regions where I groped for some secret outlet only to discover that the prison of time is spherical and without exits. Short of suicide I have tried everything.

I remember once handling an automatic belonging to a fellow student, in the days (I have not spoken of them, I think, but never mind) when I toyed with the idea of enjoying his little sister, a most diaphanous nymphet with a black hair bow, and then shooting myself.

I can understand why people jump off bridges.