Quotes About Suicide Novels & Stories

My inability To compete With my life's misfit Am I not dying Or approaching death Closer and clearer Each day appears My end Am I not dying With pain in the chest With the inability to compete With sorrows, I have met Dead past too Unfortunately It is not dead for me As I move I carry much pain Many angry thoughts For revenge Still, I work Though I fail to succeed How long without water Will plants breed There is no seed remaining There is no place called Relief No friend Enough to guarantee Peace I am at unease I am at unease Is suicide Is murder The only way we die Is killing a person Each day by hurt Agreed way that One can apply Or is this not murder Or is it sane Who will define Ill hea

Your ancestors must've done everything they could to save you. Before leaving the room, the surgeon reminded me again to cherish my life. I wanted to tell him that it was just my life—it didn't matter. Besides, dying was something I had a hard time executing. The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open with a bang. Leon Sylvester, the eldest son of the family and Henry Sylvester's biological brother, walked in. Beside him was, of course, the innocent-looking Henry. "Marcel, are you insane? If you want to die, just do it somewhere else without terrorizing Henry! He still has to prepare for his SAT!" Leon shouted at me.

Does she really know the meaning of cheating What actually it is? God why meee "But remember where a lover dies there are millions of troubles." she said. Ughhhh??? "What kind of troubles sister-in-law?" Hadia asked. "You will not get pakoras in the rain. You will not found peanuts in winter. In the winter, you hot water mixes more with cold water" She said and my eyes widened. "But it is important to suicide? Plzz don't do it" Hadia said. My parents and dadu were enjoying this drama sitting on the bed.

That wasn’t really living. I’d contemplated suicide before. There was no way out of this unless he died...or I did. But I had two brothers who loved me deeply, and they would never get over my suicide. It would haunt them every single day, even when they reached their seventies. I had to stay for them, no matter how hard things got. No matter how much sorrow I felt. 3 Cassini

You know every person definitely thinks of suicide once in their life. There are many reasons behind his decision as if he failed in the exam. He has no job. His pocket is empty. He is not able to do the work of his choice. He is of no use. This is the most common problems Which are also in my life. If we wish, we can eliminate all these problems by working hard. This is my belief. But in reality, I think that any person thinks about dying when he is tired of dying every day. When he feels that dying a little every day, it is better to give up his life at once and get rid of all his troubles.

“Drinking that much is not good for your health, you know. If you’re trying to commit suicide by alcohol poisoning, please don’t do it in my presence. And try not to make it too obvious—it’s embarrassing, especially for you,” Alpha Jake said bluntly, glaring at me as usual. I scoffed. “Why would I commit suicide? I’d rather just kill the source of all my depression instead. And drinking a couple of glasses of wine never killed anyone.” He rolled his eyes, and I almost laughed at the sight. It was actually adorable. “You might be the first,” he muttered.

“A real person who’s trying to commit suicide wouldn’t make such a huge scene! You’re just acting!” “Jump! Jump! Don’t waste our time! Only with your death can you make it up with Gigi!” The unrelenting jeers echoed in the air.

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

His expression turned to concern. "Why did you cut your wrist?" He asked. "Why do you think I did it?" I asked tilting my head to the right so I could face him. "They are other ways to die you know. You could jump off a cliff or the highest building, at least you get to feel adrenaline before you eventually let death consume you" I laughed. "Are doctors supposed to advise patients on how to commit suicide?" I asked. "Of course not Andez. Truth be told, I'd probably get fired if anyone heard me but I trust you won't say anything" he said with a smile.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.