“I suspect the fault...is in me: that I hate any job on earth, as a job and a hindrance and a semi-suicide.” EarthJobsHateI HateSuicideFaultsSuspectsHindrance Author:James Agee
“My god! people say. You have so much self-control! And later: My god. You're so, so sick. When people say this, they turn their heads, you've won your little game. You have proven your thesis that no-body-loves-me-every-body-hates-me, guess-I'll-just-eat-worms. You get to sink back into your hospital bed, shrieking with righteous indignation. See? you get to say. I knew you'd give up on me. I knew you'd leave.” PeopleGivingLittlesSelfBodyHateTurnsGamesBedGiving UpSickSuicideHospitalsRighteousSelf ControlProvenWormsHate MeIndignationThesisSelf HarmSo SickBody LoveRighteous Indignation Author:Marya Hornbacher
“In a way, literature is true than life,' he said to himself. 'On paper, you say exactly and completely what you feel. How easy it is to break things off on paper! You hate, you shout, you kill, you commit suicide; you carry things to the very end. And that's why it's false. But it's damned satisfying. In life, you're constantly denying yourself, and others are always contradicting you. On paper, I make time stand still and I impose my convictions on the whole world; they become the only reality.” WorldWayFeelsSaidStillsEndsWholeRealityHateLiteratureEasyBreakPaperSuicideConvictionWhole WorldCommitSatisfyingHate YouMaking TimeContradictingDenying Yourself Author:Simone de Beauvoir
“Anyone can be crazy. That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?” KnowsWantMeanDifferentWholeHateCrazySuicideDifferent ThingsWipeBeing CrazyScrewed UpWiring Author:Michael Thomas Ford
“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.” FacesHateWeaknessI HateSuicideLoving YouHate MyselfI Hate MyselfPainted Faces Author:Bob Dylan
“If you believe suicide will bring you peace, or at the very least just an end to everything you hate- you are displaying self-caring behavior. You are still able to actively seek solutions to your problems. You are willing to go to great lengths to provide what you believe will be soothing to yourself. This strikes me as optimistic.” IfsBelieveStillsEndsSelfProblemAbleHateWillingBehaviorSolutionsSuicideCaringStrikesOptimisticLengthHate YouIf You BelieveSoothing Author:Augusten Burroughs
“You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling of the flesh. A feeling like all the surfaces inside you have been rubbed raw. A voice in your head - no, not voices, not like hearing voices, nothing that crazy, just your own inner voice, the one that says 'Turn left at the corner' or 'Don't forget to stop at the post office,' only now it's saying, 'I hate myself.' It's saying, 'I want to die.'” WantFeelsHas BeensFeelingsHateDiesTurnsLeftVoiceForgetCrazyOfficeWeightI HateWake UpSuicideCornersHearingSurfaceFleshPostsAcheInner VoiceWanting To DieSelf HarmPost OfficeHeavinessI Want To DieHate MyselfI Hate MyselfHearing Voices Author:Carolyn Parkhurst
“The weird thing is that I hate to fly, and the quote that I give people is that every time I get off a plane, I view it as a failed suicide attempt.” PeopleGivingHateViewsI HateSuicideFlightPlanesAviationWeird Things Author:Barry Sonnenfeld
“Man has tried his suicide with bigotry and hate, but in the end he'll kill himself with nothing but his waste.” MenEndsHatePeaceWasteSuicideBigotry Author:Roger McGuinn
“I wish I could break this window. Step through it. But I can't break this window. I can't even find some less dramatic way to die inside of this school, like hanging myself or slitting my wrists, because what would they do with my body? It might put everyone at risk. I won't let myself do that. I'm not selfish like Lily. I hate her. I hate her so much my heart tries to crawl out of my throat but it gets stuck there and beats crazily in the too narrow space. I bring my hands to my neck and try to massage it back down. I pres so heard against the skin, my eyes sting, and then I'm hurrying back down the stairs, back to the first floor. I think of Trace running laps, something he can control.” HateSuicideSelfishnessSistersZombiesRunaways Book:This Is Not a Test Source: This Is Not a Test