Patty Duke Quotes

For a while I was suicidal and I tried to kill myself. I think I should have died about four times.

I am too busy thinking about killing myself.

I couldn't commit suicide if my life depended on it.

I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe! jump of a bridge.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

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

I'm glad that I never ended up killing myself, though I came close more times than I would like to admit.

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

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

On average, since the urge to kill myself isn't so strong that I actually kill myself, the world is worth living in.

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.

...we ask: Why suicide? We search for reasons, causes, and so on.... We follow the course of the life he has now so suddenly terminated as far back as we can. For days we are preoccupied with the question: Why suicide? We recollect details. And yet we must say that everything in the suicide's life- for now we know that all his life he was a suicide, led a suicide's existence- is part of the cause, the reason, for his suicide.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Depression is close to me, but suicide hasn't been.

There was three or four years of my life where I hated myself and you know, would have quite happily ended it.

Early on, if I was alone two three nights in a row, I'd start writing poems about suicide.

I never tried to kill myself or anything.

I have a suicide impulse.

There have been times when I have deliberately tried to take my life... I think I must have been crying for some attention.

I loved music, but I found myself at the point where I wanted to die. I didn't care about life.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

I went through an extreme depression.

I'm broken from the inside. The depression that has slowly eaten away at me has finally consumed me, and I couldn't beat it.

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