#suicidal

I was tired of being me. ↗

— Rachel Ward

#death #life #personality #self #suicidal-ideation

Verily, a man without fear is either dead or happy to die. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#chi-ro-jin #fear #fear-of-death #fear-of-dying #fearlessness

I don't know and I don't care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die. ↗

— Barry Lyga

#life

At the heart of banking is a suicidal strategy. Banks take money from the public or each other on call, skim it for their own reward and then lock the rest up in volatile, insecure and illiquid loans that at times they cannot redeem without public aid. ↗

— James Buchan

#banking #banks #call #cannot #each

I'm not a rich man, and Greg Lake is certainly not. I don't know how he can survive. I don't know how he can be that suicidal. But having said that, I'd love to be there to help Greg. ↗

— Keith Emerson

#greg #having #help #how #i

Kurt had this dumb suicidal ideation - that's what I called it. I thought if we could live through this, we could live through anything. ↗

— Courtney Love

#called #could #dumb #had #i

I'd fallen in love with a woman but she broke up with me and I was devastated. Six months later, I went into a suicidal depression from the break-up of the relationship, but I resolved to not do what my friends had done. And so I reached out for help. ↗

— Aron Ralston

#broke #depression #devastated #done #fallen

In America, for a brief time, people who followed Coltrane were studied and considered important, but it didn't last long. The result is that the kind of music I played in the '60's is completely dismissed in this country as a wrong turn, a suicidal effort. ↗

— Archie Shepp

#brief #coltrane #completely #considered #country

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu’s left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. ↗

— Kunal Sen

#suicidal #teenager #love

My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent. ↗

— Alex Campbell

#death #deliberately #i #intent #morphine