1,990 Quotes About Suicide
- Author Robin Stevenson
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I stare past her at the inspirational kitten posters. There's one of a soaking-wet kitten climbing out of a toilet with the caption "it could be worse!""Just tell me whatever it is you're thinking," Mrs. Paulsen says. "Whatever is going through your mind right now.""I hope they didn't actually drop a cat in the toilet to get that picture," I choke out. "...Pardon?""Nothing. Sorry.
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- Author Samuel Beckett
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(Looking at the tree) Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.
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- Author Thomas Hardy
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Done because we are too many.
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- Author Albert Borris
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I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don't know what happens next, afterward.
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- Author G.K. Chesterton
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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.
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- Author Isabel Allende
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Sadness and boredom were more bearable than the effort of living a normal life. Perhaps the idea of death began to hover over her during that period, as a kind of higher order of lassitude in which she would not have to move the blood in her veins or the air in her lungs; her repose would be absolute- not to think, not to feel, not to be.
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- Author Simmy Kors
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Trying to show that you have mental illness to somebody who’s never had it is like trying to describe a new color to the colorblind
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- Author Dmitry Dyatlov
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My quality of life does not justify the effort required to cope with it
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- Author Susan Shwartz
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Could you just imagine? If every suicide rose--think of Faulkner's Quentin Compson as a vampire. I don't hate the South I don't I don't. She wondered how they'd have worked it out in Cambridge when Quentin threw himself off the Andersen bridge into the Charles amid the odor of the honeysuckle, not the beer, sweat, rum, and tainted magnolias of this city, precariously beneath the level of the water. The Compson blood had thinned out; at least this way, he's restore it after a fashion.
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