Richard Hell Quotes

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

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

I was, you know, a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

Found myself screaming in a hotel room. I didn't want to self-destruct.

I never felt like dying was a good idea.

I’m going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier, which would be perfect. Or wait a minute. It -- with the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York but dead three hours in Paris. I could get things done, and I could also be dead.

Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping. Just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Jumping from something so high that she’d never hit the bottom.

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.

I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

I am too busy thinking about killing myself.

Psychologically, I will not have to seek far if I decide to kill myself, because in my mind and heart I am more ready for this than for the unplanned daily tribulations that mark off the mornings and afternoons.

What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

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

I went through an extreme depression.

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

Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?

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

You never can tell, though, with suicide notes, can you? In the planetary aggregate of all life, there are many more suicide notes than there are suicides. They're like poems in that respect, suicide notes: nearly everyone tries their hand at them some time, with or without the talent. We all write them in our heads. Usually the note is the thing. You complete it, and then resume your time travel. It is the note and not the life that is cancelled out. Or the other way round. Or death. You never can tell, though, can you, with suicide notes.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

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

And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

Just think, right now as you read this, some guy somewhere is gettin' ready to hang himself.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.