Suicidal Quotes Novels & Stories

She looked away, and I shook my head with a sigh. "Why did you think killing or commiting suicide is the solution of that you're passing through?"she asked, and I shook my head negatively. "Isn't this enough? My friend rejected the same with my friends and families. I'm a loner that deserves to die,"I said, and she looked up in an instant. A thunder struck behind me, and I shivered in fear even though I couldn't feel any of its effect. "Don't say that again. No matter what you're passing through don't ever say that you deserve to die. It's forbidden. You don't deserve to die,"she said, and I nodded my head gently— swallowing her words into my head.

“Six pills of Oxy and half a bottle of vodka? And you still tried to throw yourself off a bridge? What the hell is going through your head right now?” “I just want to die,” I whispered, voicing it for the first time ever. “There’s no point in living anymore.” “There’s never a point to living,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean you should try to kill yourself. It’s not worth it. And with everything you’ve done? You would have killed yourself a dozen times over.”

"Before I leave you two, I just want you to know that, life doesn't have duplicate. Your life might be rough or tough along the way and it feels like its getting worse every single day but it doesn't mean you should try to kill yourself. The truth is that, you don't want to die, you just want the pain to go away. Well.. I'm not criticizing you cause it's normal to feel that way. But I want you to also know that suicide doesn't end the chances of life getting worse, it eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better." She listened the doctor with a new found interest. "Richard bach once said that, anyone desperate enough for suicide should be desperate enough to go to creative extremes

I could feel him smirking even without looking. "Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction." "Who are you referring to?" Yihan asked. "Who do you think I'm referring to? I'm thinking this quote is worth remembering. You should, too." He didn't reply. "Why aren't you talking?" I asked. "Everyone lives depend on me right now. Can you stop distracting me?" I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at him.

“Thanks for the help and message.” “Anything for you, I will hang up now, OK? Take care,” Manu bade and hung up. I became even more restless. I was simply depressed, Mother had tried her best to keep me up with the best hope quotes but nothing seems to cheer me up now. I just want to see Sidd. I wish to see him. Oh God, please help me.

Once again I heard my name from the most familiar voice and then everything went away from me. Finally. ***** Hey hey hey everyone. Sorry about another late update. My bad. I just wanted you to know that suicide is never an option. There is always someone out there who loves you but you just don't know it yet. Besides, God loves you and he doesn't plan that you die without enjoying your life. Xoxo 💋

I explained. "I'll tell you something my father always quoted to me: Fukushū wa samui kata ga ī.” "What do you mean by that?" "That revenge should be served on a cold plate and if you need all the damn support in the world to get rid of those miserable ones, do it, Sunday accounts," he offered, making me smile. What she lived, what she lives... If you make them burn, just make them burn. “Mi aiuterai a sbarazzarmi dei cadaveri?”

I would gladly switch places with her if it meant escaping this unbearable fate. Lately, my heart is heavy with frustration and sorrow. The burden of my thoughts is so overwhelming that I have begun to entertain ideas I never thought possible. There are moments when I wonder if it would be better to simply end it all. The thought of suicide, once unthinkable, now crosses my mind more often than I care to admit. I feel trapped, as if there is no escape from this endless cycle of pain.

I only wonder. Over the years, there have been so many records of suicide, and of course, people will be people — always focusing on the unimportant part of things. Asking questions like “couldn’t they talk to someone?” “Don’t they know that life could get better?” And when I hear those questions, they simply irk me.

I desired to quickly get rid of this stranger and finish what I had started. “Nobody gives a fuck about me anyway!” “No, miss. That’s not true,” he chuckled, and his behavior made me absolutely angry. I tried to rein in my emotions, but with difficulty. “I believe that only those who have not yet experienced true pleasure commit suicide,” he continued. “Oh really? Fascinating theory,” I sarcastically expressed while staring into the dark waters of the river, unwilling to turn towards the persistent