#suicide

Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this? ↗

— K-Ske Hasegawa

#crap #dead #death #girl #god

Even our parents seemed agree more and more with the television version of things, listening to the reporters' inanities as though they could tell us the truth about our own lives ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#philosophical #the-virgin-suicides #life

I would have to go back into my past and deal with Adrian. My philosopher friend, who gazed on life and decided that any responsible, thinking individual should have the right to reject this gift that had never been asked for - and whose noble gesture re-emphasised with each passing decade the compromise and littleness that most lives consist of. 'Most lives': my life. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#regret #suicide #life

She was beginning to stir questions in me that I'd spent all my life refusing to ask, since the day I had looked down from the window at the broken body of the schoolboy on the flagstones a long way below, while a master hurried from the cloisters with his black gown flapping in the winter wind, to see what had happened: the day when I was suddenly old enough to understand that I had a choice. I could either do what that other boy had done, or I could spend the rest of my life outside society, where it was safe ↗

— Adam Hall

#quiller #society #suicide #life

Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #suicide #the-veiled-lodger #life

If my life be not my own, it were criminal for me to put it in danger, as well as to dispose of it; nor could one man deserve the appellation of hero, whom glory or friendship transports into the greatest dangers, and another merit the reproach of wretch or misereant who puts a period to his life, from the same or like motives. ↗

— David Hume

#suicide #friendship

[Jean] had the guts to kill herself, and I admire her for it, although, of course, she was quite crazy at the time, with a brain misfiring like a cross-wired laptop. Pressing the keystrokes love, the screen read die. Pressing the keystrokes survive, the screen read die. The damn thing, her mind-machine, was shot. ↗

— Tim Lott

#suicide #love

U bezit zoveel verstand, zoveel kennis, zoveel talenten waar u plezier aan kunt beleven! Verman u toch! Geef het toch op, die treurige verknochtheid aan iemand die u er alleen maar om kan beklagen. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#love

Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind. ↗

— Susanna Kaysen

#motivational

I'm still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one's got it all together. I don't think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it you'd spontaneously combust. I think that's a law of nature. If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else. ↗

— Michael Thomas Ford

#suicide-notes #nature