#suicide

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

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#regrets #suicide #surviors #death

He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#death #life #philosophy #suicide #death

The difference between a non-suicide and an ex-suicide leaving the house for work, at eight o'clock on an ordinary morning: The non-suicide is a little traveling suck of care, sucking care with him from the past and being sucked toward care in the future. His breath is high in his chest. The ex-suicide opens his front door, sits down on the steps, and laughs. Since he has the option of being dead, he has nothing to lose by being alive. It is good to be alive. He goes to work because he doesn't have to. ↗

— Walker Percy

#life #suicide #work #life

Era linistitor sa stiu ca seara nu voi mai trai. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#nihilism #relief-from-pain #suicide #death

Le suicide est une solution à l'absurde. ↗

— Albert Camus

#death #suicide #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

She was not suicidal; that is what people never managed to grasp. Cutting relieved the pressure and stood as some enduring demonstration of her emotion, some way to be in control of a body that could toss her about with seizures. It was borderline artistic to mark her body, chiaroscuro designs in blood. Dying is the last thing she would want, like any healthy organism. A little pain, a small invoked sting trailing her arm, brought her much closer to grounded when she could not keep her head from racing, her thoughts from consuming her with obsession. An ounce of liquid weight loss and she could go back to being herself again. Usually. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#self-injury #suicide #design

Într-o noapte m-am întors acasă, şi Trish, care credeam că-i atât de echilibrată emoţional, tocmai încercase să se spânzure. Magic, nu? Şi-a pierdut jumătate din viaţă mâncând produse dietetice să nu-şi strice ficatul, iar cealalaltă jumătate încercând să se sinucidă. ↗

— Willy Russell

#education