#suicide

What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists? ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#college #suicide #college

I did not, however, commit suicide, because I wished to know more of mathematics. ↗

— Betrand Russell

#suicide #math

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used. ↗

— Marsha Norman

#ennui #suicide #boredom

I lay on my floor crying again… shaking. Searching for inner strength and coming up empty. My eyes burned and my mouth was dry as I sucked on air that seemed to keep getting thicker and harder to breathe. I tried to leave again, but ended up leaning my forehead against the door, feeling defeated and wishing the Grim Reaper would come for me in all his silky, black glory. ↗

— Nathan Daniels

#anxiety #non-fiction #self-harm #suicide #anxiety

We who were not so pathologically far out on the spectrum of self-involvement, we dwellers of the visible spectrum who could imagine how it felt to go beyond violet but were not ourselves beyond it, could see that David was wrong not to believe in his lovability and could imagine the pain of not believing in it. How easy and natural love is if you are well! And how gruesomely difficult--what a philosophically daunting contraption of self-interest and self-delusion love appears to be--if you are not! And yet ... the difference between well and not well is in more respects a difference of degree than of kind. Even though David laughed at my much milder addictions and liked to tell me that I couldn't even conceive of how moderate I was, I can still extrapolate from these addictions, and from the secretiveness and solipsism and radical isolation and raw animal craving that accompany them, to the extremity of his. I can imagine the sick mental pathways by which suicide comes to seem like the one consciousness-quenching substance that nobody can take away from you. ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#david-foster-wallace #love #mental-illness #suicide #imagination

Bear no malice for the ones who leave you. ↗

— Bert V. Royal

#school-shooting #suicide #mental-health

Looking at suicide—the sheer numbers, the pain leading up to it, and the suffering left behind—is harrowing. For every moment of exuberance in the science, or in the success of governments, there is a matching and terrible reality of the deaths themselves: the young deaths, the violent deaths, the unnecessary deaths ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#death

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface gaudy of poppies. But when it came right down to it, the sink of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#suicide #death

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#destructive #feeling #life #lives #living

Guantanamo Bay houses enemy combatants ranging from terrorist trainers and recruiters to bomb makers, would-be suicide bombers, and terrorist financiers. ↗

— Chris Chocola

#bomb #bombers #combatants #enemy #enemy combatants