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  • #1
    George Sand
    “We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.”
    George Sand, Mauprat

  • #2
    Phoebe Stone
    “Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them.”
    Phoebe Stone, The Boy on Cinnamon Street

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can't deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #4
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now -- I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #5
    Kay Redfield Jamison
    “It is tempting when looking at the life of anyone who has committed suicide to read into the decision to die a vastly complex web of reasons; and, of course, such complexity is warranted. No one illness or event causes suicide; and certainly no one knows all, or perhaps even most, of the motivations behind the killing of the self. But psychopathology is almost always there, and its deadliness is fierce. Love, success, and friendship are not always enough to counter the pain and destructiveness of severe mental illness ”
    Kay Redfield Jamison, Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide

  • #6
    Kay Redfield Jamison
    “Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete ”
    Kay Redfield Jamison, Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide

  • #7
    Kay Redfield Jamison
    “I wish I could explain it so someone could understand it. I'm afraid it's something I can't put into words. There's just this heavy, overwhelming despair - dreading everything. Dreading life. Empty inside, to the point of numbness. It's like there's something already dead inside. My whole being has been pulling back into that void for months.”
    Kay Redfield Jamison, Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide

  • #8
    William Styron
    “The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come- not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute. If there is mild relief, one knows that it is only temporary; more pain will follow. It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul. So the decision-making of daily life involves not, as in normal affairs, shifting from one annoying situation to another less annoying- or from discomfort to relative comfort, or from boredom to activity- but moving from pain to pain. One does not abandon, even briefly, one’s bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.”
    William Styron, Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness

  • #9
    Tommy Tran
    “People try to say suicide is the most cowardly act a man could ever commit. I don't think that's true at all. What's cowardly is treating a man so badly that he wants to commit suicide.”
    Tommy Tran

  • #10
    Matthew Quick
    “I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.”
    Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock

  • #11
    “When you attempt suicide, the counselors try to talk you out of trying it again by asking you about other people, which is good prevention if you care about other people.”
    Albert Borris, Crash Into Me

  • #12
    Édouard Levé
    “You were not surprised to find yourself ill adapted to the world, but it did surprise you that the world had produced a being who now lived in it as a foreigner. Do plants commit suicide? Do animals die of helplessness? They either function or disappear. You were perhaps a weak link, an accidental evolutionary dead end, a temporary anomaly not destined to burgeon again.”
    Edouard Levé, Suicide

  • #13
    Édouard Levé
    “You used to give yourself over to endless sessions of doubt. You would claim to be an expert on the subject. But doubting would tire you so much that you would end up doubting doubt itself. I saw you one day at the end of an afternoon of solitary speculation. You were unmoving and petrified. Running several kilometers in a deep forest full of ravines and pitfalls would have exhausted you less.”
    Édouard Levé

  • #14
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #15
    Sarah Dessen
    “It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.”
    Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye

  • #16
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?”
    Suzanne Finnamore

  • #17
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #18
    “When Sherri asks questions about who would find me if I killed myself and what their reaction would be, I think that whoever knew me would be sad. But then everybody would get over it. I would fade away. I don't think I'm that important to anyone. Nobody's opinion about me killing myself would stop me from doing it.”
    Albert Borris, Crash Into Me

  • #19
    Fulton J. Sheen
    “In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.”
    Fulton J. Sheen

  • #20
    Brenda Perlin
    “I tried, I really tried, to stick with it. I planned to grow old with this man and possibly die in his arms.”
    Brenda Perlin

  • #21
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

  • #22
    Marsha Norman
    “I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.”
    Marsha Norman, 'night, Mother

  • #23
    Sara Teasdale
    “When I am dead, and over me bright April
    Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
    Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
    I shall not care.
    For I shall have peace.
    As leafey trees are peaceful
    When rain bends down the bough.
    And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
    Than you are now”
    Sara Teasdale

  • #24
    Mark Mirabello
    “Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness.”
    Mark Mirabello, The Cannibal Within

  • #25
    Richard von Krafft-Ebing
    “I have fooled life and life has fooled me. We are quits. I say good-bye. Think sometimes in the hour of happiness of your poor, comical fool who loved you truly and so well.”
    Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing

  • #26
    Rainbow Rowell
    “You don't know when you're twenty-three.
    You don't know what it really means to crawl into someone else's life and stay there. You can't see all the ways you're going to get tangled, how you're going to bond skin to skin. How the idea of separating will feel in five years, in ten - in fifteen. When Georgie thought about divorce now, she imagined lying side by side with Neal on two operating tables while a team of doctors tried to unthread their vascular systems.
    She didn't know at twenty-three.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Landline

  • #27
    Bob Dylan
    “I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.”
    Bob Dylan
    tags: dirge

  • #28
    James Baldwin
    “And this was perhaps the first time in my life that death occurred to me as a reality. I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it—it, the physical act. I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as, possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it had made me suffer. But the silence of the evening, as I wandered home, had nothing to do with that storm, that far off boy. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.”
    James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

  • #29
    Guy de Maupassant
    “A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.”
    Guy de Maupassant, Le Horla et autres contes fantastiques

  • #30
    “I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk, too, before others quite reasonably, and it looks as if I felt, too, God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds.”
    Hugo Wolf



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