#suicide

If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set first to his clothing one night. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#horror #humanity #suicide #death

Everyone absolutely knows what a strawberry tastes like, even if you are allergic to them. Everyone absolutely knows what the toilet flushing sounds like. Everyone absolutely scratches their mosquito bites. And I know that I was absolutely ready to die. This wasn't a cry for help. I didn't want to be saved. I was ready to call it quits. Done. Terminado. ↗

— Kimberly Russell

#suicide #the-truth-about-lilly-barnes #death

Somehow, I feel almost blinded myself. And I am forever left to wonder Whether telling you how truly special You were Might have made a difference. ↗

— Terri Fields

#death

Here the children have a custom. After the celebration of evil they take those vacant heads that shone once with such anguish and glee and throw them over the bridge, watching the smash, orange, as they hit below, We were standing underneath when you told it. People do that with themselves when they are finished, light scooped out. He landed here, you said, marking it with your foot. You wouldn't do it that way, empty, you wouldn't wait, you would jump with the light still in you. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#poetry #suicide #death

Te leven betekent strikt genomen niets anders dan dag voor dag zelfmoord op te schuiven. ↗

— Stig Dagerman

#life-and-death #suicide #death

And thus they form a perfect group; he walks back two or three paces, selects his point of sight, and begins to sketch a hurried outline. He has finished it before they move; he hears their voices, though he cannot hear their words, and wonders what they can be talking of. Presently he walks on, and joins them. 'You have a corpse there, my friends?' he says. 'Yes; a corpse washed ashore an hour ago.' 'Drowned?' 'Yes, drowned; - a young girl, very handsome.' 'Suicides are always handsome,' he says; and then he stands for a little while idly smoking and meditating, looking at the sharp outline of the corpse and the stiff folds of the rough canvas covering. Life is such a golden holiday to him young, ambitious, clever - that it seems as though sorrow and death could have no part in his destiny. ("The Cold Embrace") ↗

— Mary Elizabeth Braddon

#death

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#dreams

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#depression #suicide #death

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#suicide #dreams

For weeks Tyrone thought he was going to die any minute, and there were also times when he was afraid he wasnt going to die. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#desperation #suicide #dreams