By Category: Suicide

“Conformity is suicide. Imitation is Suicide. Love is Suicide. Suicide is self-expression.

'Suicide - The most sincere form of self criticism'
Plato said that under certain circumstances suicide can be justified. These included extra ordinary sorrow, unavoidable misfortune, intolerable disgrace...

Too bad, Life is the slowest form of Suicide”

-Anonymous

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“Some days it feels impossible to breathe just one more breath. Some days it feels too possible to contemplate my death.”

-Anonymous

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“Suicide is a way of telling God, 'You can't fire me because I QUIT!'”

-Anonymous

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“I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.”

-Antonin Artaud

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“If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.”

-On Suicide, Antonin Artaud

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“It's a bargain you make with yourself, okay? An escape hatch, maybe today I'll try drinking see if that makes me feel better. Then drugs. More drugs. Cutting yourself. You're scared, so you make a deal to make yourself feel safer. And if it doesn't stop next week, next month then you're going to do something to make it stop. And the next month comes and the thought of waking up another day and feeling as badly as you did the day before is worse than the unknown. So you decide to jump. Seems simple, clean, elegant.”

-The Bedford Diaries [television show]

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“I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.”

-The Rose and the Beast: Fairyales Retold, Francesca Lia Block

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“Sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.”

-Albert Camus

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“...How poor in invention men are! They always think one commits suicide for a reason. But it's quite possible to commit suicide for two reasons. No, that never occurs to them. So what's the good of dying intentionally, of sacrificing yourself to the idea you want people to have of you? Once you are dead, they will take advantage of it to attribute idiotic and vulgar motives to your action.”

-The Fall, Albert Camus

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“'...How are you feeling?'
'All right,' he said. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and I saw that he was trying to keep himself from smiling. 'I guess I'm feeling sort of glad I didn't kill myself tonight.'
I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder, and reached out with my other hand to open the door.
'What more could you ask for?' I said.”

-Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon

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“Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it; since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live.”

-The Lacon, Charles Caleb Colton

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“Suicide should not be taken as an indication of failure (in such a case) but of the (proper) determination to be done with a worn-out tool, or to make way for new ones, or (perhaps) to get a new one oneself.”

-Aleister Crowley

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“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'

(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)”

-in the middle of a room, ee cummings

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“We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so...There she is with another hour before her.”

-The Hours, Michael Cunningham

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“The intention is clear
I stare, with this left hand, unable
To write the words
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live...
and I discover the words are vivid and bright

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived into my palms, it
will only be known as flowers of vanity

The Final

One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait?

Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back
A self-tortured loser, unable to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life

So I can't live
What's lost can't be born again

A song that doesn't even seek the proof of living
Let's put an end ... The Final

Let's make the bud of attempted suicide a blossom”

-The Final, Dir en grey

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“Here's me opening my wrists
before breakfast, Christmas day,
and here's you asking if it hurt.
Here's where I choose between mea culpa
and Why the hell should I tell you?”

-Acts of Contrition, Michael Donaghy

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“Whenever any affliction assails me, I have the keys of my prison in mine own hand, and no remedy presents it selfe so soone to my heart, as mine own sword. Often meditation of this hath wonne me to a charitable interpretation of their action, who dy so: and provoked me a little to watch and exagitate their reasons, which pronounce so peremptory judgments upon them.”

-John Donne

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“...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.”

-The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

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“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 treehouse, 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.”

-The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

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“Most of the diary told us more about how the girls came to be than why they killed themselves. We got tired of hearing about what they ate ('Monday, February 13. Today we had frozen pizza...'), or what they wore, or which colors they favored. They all detested creamed corn. Mary had chipped her tooth on the monkey bars and had a cap. ('I told you,' Kevin Head said, reading that.) And so we learned about their lives, came to hold collective memories of times we hadn't experienced, harbored private images of Lux leaning over the side of a ship to stroke her first whale, and saying, 'I didn't think these would stink so much,' while Therese answered, 'It's the kelp in their baleens rotting.' We became acquainted with starry skies the girls had gazed at while camping years before, and the boredom of summers traipsing from back yard to front to back again, and even a certain indefinable smell that arose from toilets on rainy nights, which the girls called 'sewery.' We knew what it felt like to see a boy with his shirt off, and why it made Lux write the name Kevin in purple Magic Marker all over her three-ring binder and even on her bras and panties, and we understood her rage coming home one day to find that Mrs. Libson had soaked her things in Clorox, bleaching all the 'Kevins' out. We knew the pain of winter wind rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or to tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that fascinated them.”

-The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

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“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.”

-The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

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“i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation.”

-Tourniquet, Evanescence

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“fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices at my ear
death before my eyes
lying next to me i fear
she beckons me
shall i give in
upon my end shall i begin
forsaking all i've fallen for
i rise to meet my end.”

-Whisper, Evanescence

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“I want to kuh-kill myself. And -- and I can't. It's not that I'm too scared to kill myself. I -- I'm scared of lots of things. I'm scared of noises in the night-time, scared of telephones and closed doors, scared of people... scared of everything. Not of death. I want to die. It's just that I don't know how.”

-The Sandman - Dream Country, Neil Gaiman

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“Suicide is the ultimate fuck you.”

-Ginger Snaps [movie]

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