#suicide

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

When all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one. ↗

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

#death

There is a certain right by which we many deprive a man of life, but none by which we may deprive him of death; this is mere cruelty. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#death #life #right-to-die #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

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know. ↗

— Jack London

#realization #suicide #death

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#news #papers #suicide #world #death

Alan! How many more times do I have to tell you? We do not say “see you soon” to customers when they leave our shop. We say “goodbye”, because they won’t be coming back, ever. When will you get that into your thick head? ↗

— Jean Teulé

#goodbye #suicide #death

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

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