Novel & Cerita Quotes About Suicide

The life which I once wanted to end was now having the best time which would not be possible if I had ended it. All thanks to Suzi who always, tried to persuade me, “suicide is not a solution,” is what she used to say and now I found it true. Suicide was truly not a solution, what the solution was no matter how many times you fall you all should stand up and fight back. I fought every battle which life kept on me, no matter how many times I got injured or fell off but I never gave up and as a result was getting to witness the best thing of my life. Seeing my son marrying his love.

"Most people who commit suicide don't actually want to die. They just want the pain to end. "He was in a lot of pain. That wasn't your fault. And sometimes no matter how much we love someone, the pain in our own heart, the scars that haunt us when we close our eyes...we can't escape the darkness. And sometimes it's too thick to fight through any longer." He nodded and squeezed my hands, closing his eyes against my words, against the familiar tone of my voice. That knowing tone of experience. "Did you...I mean...have you ever..."

So it’s better to die while many people looking, because it’ll provide alibi that I’ve passed away and no longer am available in my old world. That’s it. It’s as simple as that. It’s just I’ve never knew how nerve wrecking the feeling of wanting to commit suicide is. I might not be like those people who willfully wanted to let themselves be killed—the lifeless one who gave up on their life because of stress and something else, I’m one of those who cherished my life.

A different flavour of crazy, but equally potent. I knew you shouldn’t poke a bear, or a rabid, speeding billionaire, but I couldn’t help myself. ‘If you don’t value your own life, that’s your prerogative,’ I said, my voice tight. ‘But I’m rather fond of mine. I’d prefer not to be a passenger in your suicide mission.’

He expelled a heavy breath and continued, “I blame myself for not seeing the signs.” “You were always away. There is not—I mean, you mustn’t blame yourself, but I understand how you and most people do,” Lea said. “But I read somewhere that sixteen percent of suicides are completely unheralded. It’s a snap-in-th moment decision borne out of some hidden anguish.”

I said. Aunty Matilda looked at my eyes as she considered my words deeply. I probably forgot to tell her my reason of bringing up a conversation about Camus was because of a weird guy I met at a party about two days ago. I really don't want to go into details so you must bear with me. It was a bad experience that I am hoping to forget soon. "I don't think Camus would support his desire for suicide. I hope you are not thinking about committing suicide too?"

"Come on, don't be like that. I just came to check if you didn't kill yourself." "And why would I kill myself?" He shrugged. "Maybe because you are depressed of your decision? You know, giving your life to someone isn't an easy thing. You must be afraid of what I might do to you, so you are thinking about an easy way out." "And you think that the easy way out is suicide, is that it?" He snapped and nodded. "Exactly." I shook my head. "You have such imaginative mind." "So, you are not thinking about that at all?"

Sophia scoffed, “What a perfect little angel you are. Your acting skills have certainly improved.” She continued, “I suggest that in the future, if you think about committing suicide again, just jump off a building into the ocean. Find a place where no one will notice you and don’t trouble anyone else. You cut your wrists at home? What were you thinking? Were you afraid that no one would come to save you in time?”

"Come on, don't be like that. I just came to check if you didn't kill yourself." "And why would I kill myself?" He shrugged. "Maybe because you are depressed of your decision? You know, giving your life to someone isn't an easy thing. You must be afraid of what I might do to you, so you are thinking about an easy way out." "And you think that the easy way out is suicide, is that it?" He snapped and nodded. "Exactly." I shook my head. "You have such imaginative mind." "So, you are not thinking about that at all?"

She was at the wrong time, at a wrong place. A sarcastic smirk appeared on boy’s lips. “Well. I am a nobody too.” His teeth were the whitest, and he was becoming her new crush. For some odd reason she could not believe him. “If you are a nobody, like me, then why suicide?” she sat on her hinges in front of the chair. He stayed quiet. This was something too serious and too much for Hazel. Without realizing what she was doing she held his knees for the support. “Suicide is for the weak.”