Suicide Quotes and Sayings
What doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger, sometimes all it does is make you wish it did.
We live by love, hate or dream. Lose all of them, then life has no meaning.
People kill themselves because they can’t find another way to end their sadness, loneliness, or pain. If after a suicide attempt you feel guilt, it may be justified. Pain can be helped with a balm, loneliness and be cured with company, sadness can be helped by caring.
Suicide isn’t cowardly, wanna know what’s cowardly? Treating someone so badly that they want to end their life
I cut myself not because I want to, but because I have to – I have to cover up the emotional pain by the physical pain. It’s easy healing the wound on the outside than on the inside.
Most of the time I wish I was dead. I hate myself so much everyday. My thoughts are killing me. I feel lost inside myself. I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m tired of this. I think to much. I’m never okay. I’m always faking a smile. I always care and get hurt. My very own thoughts are suffocating me.
The scars from the past, will not determine our future.
Suicide is not all that easy a thing to do… to give up your life. What kind of pain compels people to do this? I don’t know what word to use in English… it’s horrifying that a human can be in this condition. What have they provided them with?
My biggest fear is that one day you will see me the way I see myself.
I tried to tell them. But they just keep laughing at me for wanting it.
People say that suicide is a permanent answer to a temporary problem, but sometimes that problem isn’t so temporary.
I don’t think that God is present on this earth because if her presence is there then nobody should get hurt that badly that they commit suicide.
We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.
– George Sand
Can you feel it?
The dead weight of your legs from the sleeping pills, the dizziness from the alcohol, the soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is being pumped out of your wrists?
That’s what we’ve been waiting for, the quiet comfort.
The beauty of dying.
Women are constantly trying to commit suicide for love, but generally they take care not to succeed.
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence