Zachary Quinto Quotes

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

I never felt like dying was a good idea.

Suicide - when I think of it, to me it means someone had a lot of problems and they couldn't fight through them anymore. That's not cowardly. It's sad and nothing but.

Kill me, I don't care. I do not want to be on this Earth anymore.

It is cowardice to commit suicide.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Gay kids need to stop killing themselves because they are made to feel worthless by cruel and relentless bullying.

The man, who in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.

For a long time, I didn't want to live.

When you commit your life to something and it doesn't work out, it is a tough place to be. Suicide can be the spiritual reprieve of a faithless person. I knew I could always just end it, and there was solace in that.

The awareness of the damage done by severe mental illness—to the individual himself and to others—and fears that it may return again play a decisive role in many suicides

Looking at suicide—the sheer numbers, the pain leading up to it, and the suffering left behind—is harrowing. For every moment of exuberance in the science, or in the success of governments, there is a matching and terrible reality of the deaths themselves: the young deaths, the violent deaths, the unnecessary deaths

All healthy men have thought of their own suicide

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.

Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself." "Are you trying to tempt me?" "Ha-ha.

in the nineteenth year and the eleventh month speak your tattered Kaddish for all suicides: Praise to life though it crumbled in like a tunnel on ones we knew and loved Praise to life though its windows blew shut on the breathing-room of ones we knew and loved Praise to life though ones we knew and loved loved it badly, too well, and not enough Praise to life though it tightened like a knot on the hearts of ones we thought we knew loved us Praise to life giving room and reason to ones we knew and loved who felt unpraisable. Praise to them, how they loved it, when they could.

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

And Levin, a happy father and a man in perfect health, was several times so near suicide that he hid the cord, lest he be tempted to hang himself, and was afraid to go out with his gun, for fear of shooting himself. But Levin did not shoot himself, and did not hang himself; he went on living.

It was not as easy to commit suicide as to contemplate it.

I do see that there is an argument against suicide: the grief of the worshipers left behind, the awful famine in their hearts, these are too costly terms for the release.

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.

If you wish to kill yourself but lack the courage to, I think a visit to Palmerston North will do the trick.