Novel & Cerita Quotes About Suicide

Lucian helps her sit down. “If you believe that all pain and suffering will end when you kill yourself, you are wrong. Because you only start after you commit suicide,” Dark said. "Think of our work too, you're not the only one struggling." "Why does it seem like I'll be in arrears with you when I commit suicide?" Elize asked "This is huge because until you get to where you're supposed to go, we have to take care of you," said Dark. "I don't need someone," said Elize

Luis began to say. “Hold on.” I cut him off and I took a deep breath as I unbuckled myself. Elliot turned off the car glancing over at the both of us before turning to me. “Just say it,” he tells me, softly. “I know you might think I could be doing it unconsciously after all that was going on and you both might be worried about me because of my past but I’m not trying to kill myself. The thought hasn’t crossed my mind in such a long time and I’m trying every single day to not let things get to me.” I began as I shifted in my seat to be able to face them both. “Also you can’t just bring up about my suicide so openly like that because I’m not even comfortable to be talking about it in public a

I was mad at Lorenzo, I can't say I relate to her problem but I know the pain of not wanting to live "I'm not saying I support her actions..." I continued "my point is, your choice of words are just terrible, that's not how you should talk to her" I walked up to Alma and squat besides her, I held her hand and spoke to her softly "I know how it feels like, waking up every morning wishing you didn't. I know how it feels like having that little voice in your head telling you to end it all... but I'm here to tell you ma'am, you've got kids that cares and love you even though they hardly exhibit it, but that love should keep you going. I know it's hard but I want you to know that suicide is a per

She ran to me with a bunch of her friends and pulled me. “Hey! Get down. I might not know how tangled your life is, but committing suicide is not the answer. Dying will not solve your problems!” She shouted at me. I got down and looked at her confusedly. “What are you talking about? Suicide? Do I look like someone who's trying to commit suicide?” I asked back. She realized that she was wrong and chuckled embarrassedly. “You were standing on the edge. Anyone seeing you will think that you are trying to commit suicide.”

The young girl was crying; even though her other eye was shut, she knew that tears lay behind it. "D-don't you dare take your own life," "Why?" she asked, her voice broken. She gulped. "A-actually, I was about to do the same thing. There was an old belief that if somebody's going to commit suicide at the same place and at the same time, it's going to be a bad omen. We're going to die ugly. We did not want that, do we?" It was funny and stupid, but she could not think of any reasonable thing to say.

“There’s a difference between bravery and—” “Suicide,” I finish for him. “Yeah. You keep saying that. Maybe stop putting me in situations where the only options are ‘shut up and die slowly’ or ‘speak up and risk it being fast.’” His eyes darken. “I’m not putting you anywhere.”

Yes, it is up to the person whether to choose death over life or life over death but remember that death is not a solution to problems. God will not give us situations that we can't overcome. Just trust Him and He will take care of everything. Do not put life into waste because many people in this world are struggling to survive. If it’s too tiring… rest. If it’s too heavy… seek help. Hoping that this would be a lesson for everyone. No to suicide. Value life.

Did Clara truly think that suicide is the only way out of the situation that she finds herself in? I do not know many people with depression, but I do know that it drives people to do crazy and outlandish things, to take drastic measures in order to achieve their goal. A lot of people who have tried to kill themselves, often say that they didn't see any other way out of the pain and sadness that they felt, that death was the only way to truly feel at peace in their life.

I know that she has more than one and that another gun could be pointing right at me, ready to blow my head off any moment, but I find myself simply smiling. "I can't anymore," I tell her. "Everything around me—it's all my fault." She doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying at all, but she walks towards me and holds my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes. "I never thought you to be one to even consider suicide," she tells me. I laugh a little. "No, it's not suicide if you are the one doing it. That's why it's not that cowardly." "But it is," she tells me. "It's pretty much suicide, and it's obviously tasteless to talk about it."

_*]:min-w-0"> "She'll be destroyed. Blaming herself for not seeing signs. For not doing more to help you. For losing someone she loves to suicide that she couldn't prevent." He moved closer, his voice urgent. "Otto, suicide doesn't eliminate pain. It just redistributes it to everyone who cares about you." _*]:min-w-0"> "Then maybe they should stop caring. Would make this easier for everyone." _*]:min-w-0"> "That's not how love works. You don't just stop caring because someone's struggling. You fight for them. Help them through darkness. Prove that connection is stronger than guilt."