#suicide

You and your scars. Please! You don't kill youself like this!" I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. "That's just a cry for help. That's just attention. Everbody knows that. Cutting across just gets you to the hospital. That's just from movies and TV shows and stuff like that. You didn't really try to kill yourself. you just wanted attention, but you screwed up. Try harder next time. ↗

— Barry Lyga

#suicide #movies

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#depression #earth #escape #fear #horror

Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for? ↗

— Cesar Nascimento

#hope #life #poem #suicide #death

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

— Betrand Russell

#suicide #math

There are so many things that I want so badly to tell you but I just can't. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#suicide #regret

And I want to tell you about everything but I can't because I couldn't stand for you to have that look on your face all the time. I just need you to look at me and think that I'm normal. I just really need that from you. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#suicide #suicide-note #regret

She went in the pool," she finished for me. "Ohmigod. She was killed while tweeting. It was Twittercide! ↗

— Gemma Halliday

#gemma-halliday #lol #social-suicide #twitter #twitter

Nothing else matters now that you love me.' - suicide note ↗

— Bauvard

#love #suicide #funny

Suicide is man's way of telling God, 'You can't fire me - I quit! ↗

— Bill Maher

#fire

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