#suicide

I don't mind pointing out some of the failings of old age, because we are all headed in that direction, unless of course we take our own lives before we become a burden. I'm not advocating suicide, oh wait, I guess I am. ↗

— Amy Sedaris

#life #suicide #age

You used to believe that with age you would become less unhappy, because you then would have reasons to be sad. When you were still young, your suffering was inconsolable because you believed it to be unfounded. Your suicide was scandalously beautiful… You died because you searched for happiness at the risk of finding the void. We shall have to wait for death before we can know what it is that you found. Or before leaving off knowing anything at all, if it is to be silence and emptiness that awaits us. ↗

— Édouard Levé

#age

Life can be messy. No doubt, a lot of these kids are living proof. But in spite of their anxieties and their angers, At least- They Are trying to live. ↗

— Terri Fields

#suicide #anger

Secret elisions within families are suddenly revealed by self-execution, and just as quickly sheeted with excuses, blame, and counter-blame. But sense is made of the world only through relationship between action and reaction, symptom and cause. No change is possible without analysis of accountability. ↗

— Antonella Gambotto-Burke

#action #analysis #blame #cause #counter-blame

I was so tired of fighting. Tired of hurting. Tired of the guilt that never released me, and the regrets that could not be changed. I didn't want this life. They're were only so many times I could hear that I should never have been born, before I wished it to be true. ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#change

Bye-bye. I'm off on a journey to the real world. 'Cause within this meta-reality what's real is this - my death. ↗

— Natsuo Kirino

#suicide #death

The red washing down the bathtub can't change the color of the sea at all. ↗

— Derrick C. Brown

#depression #poem #poetry #suicide #change

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#gun #suicide #death

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness ↗

— Mark Mirabello

#suicide #death

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich--yes, richer than a king-- And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. ↗

— Edwin Arlington Robinson

#poetry #suicide #death