All Quotes By Tag: Suicide
“I hope you read this, whoever you are, and imagine that there is a hypothetical person out there who needs your love, has been waiting silently, patiently for it all his life, is flawed and downright ugly at times and yet would have just eaten up any tiny bit of affection you had been willing to give, had you ever stopped your own happy life to notice. And then imagine that this hypothetical person is real, because he probably is…. Wish I’d met you. Wish I wasn’t your hypothetical. But you’re reading this, which means a few minutes ago, I went into that bathroom and pulled the trigger. You probably heard it. Sorry. You’re welcome. Thank you. And please. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please.”
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“It was deeply a part of Lee’s kindness and understanding that man’s right to kill himself is inviolable, but sometimes a friend can make it unnecessary”
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“Self-pity is spiritual suicide. It is an indefensible self-mutilation of the soul.”
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“I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, “Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet.”
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“Death” is never an end, but a To Be Continued…”
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“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 despair, and you don’t seem a very desperate person.’ ‘Too stupid.’ ‘You’re not stupid. So why don’t you ever put your head in the oven?’ ‘I don’t know. There’s always a new Nirvana album to look forward to, or something happening in NYPD Blue to make you want to watch the next episode.’ ‘Exactly.’ ‘That’s the point? NYPD Blue? Jesus.’ It was worse than he thought. ‘No, no. The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point. I don’t know if you even realize it, but on the quiet you don’t think life’s too bad. You love things. Telly. Music. Food.”
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“Le Goût du néantMorne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L’Espoir, dont l’épéron attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t’enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle bute.Résigne-toi, mon coeur; dors ton sommeil de brute.Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur, L’amour n’a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute;Adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte!Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur! Le Printemps adorable a perdu son odeur!Et le Temps m’engloutit minute par minute, Comme la neige immense un corps pris de roideur;Je contemple d’en haut le globe en sa rondeurEt je n’y cherche plus l’abri d’une cahute.Avalance, veux-tu m’emporter dans ta chute?”
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“When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity.”
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“The thick baffling blades of false world customs rip off my views and ideas,like breaking every string of my aesthetic thoughts in disdain and jealousy;pain pain enough your tigrine roars before I die.”
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“Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.”
“Some people would have killed themselves and/or someone else if they were single; and some people would not have done that.”
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“Some people avoid thinking deeply in public, only because they are afraid of coming across as suicidal.”
“I not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of suffering”
“There are times when I’m doing QI and I’m going, ‘Ha ha, yeah, yeah,’ and inside I’m going ‘I want to fucking die. I … want … to … fucking … die.'(Source : RHLSTP #18 – @87min32s)”
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