Brigitte Bardot Quotes

There are a great many ways to commit suicide you know.

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.

I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented life. The spirit torn in bits so that the body follows.

Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this. A whimper, a peep? I draw little window cracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting.

A difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.

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.

Suicides aren't heroic in my opinion. And I don't think anybody ever really knows why somebody commits suicide.

One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull it tight around her throat. But always just as the air stopped coming and she felt the rushing grow louder in her ears, her hands would slacken and let go, and she would lie there panting for breath, cursing the dumb instinct in her body that fought to go on living

I'm not a stranger to depression and desperation. I can be kind of tortured but I do like to have a lot of fun.

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

If you really want to kill yourself, you get a gun and blow your head off.

I have a suicide impulse.

He was so depressed, he tried to commit suicide by inhaling next to an Armenian.

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

So many people have really wanted to die. They seem ashamed to say so. I think it would help if they would say so.

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

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

Did I pray for death? I did one time. I wanted to die so badly. And I didn't want to die. I wanted to rest, you know. And I knew the only rest I would find is in death.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

I'm really quite bipolar, and the depressed times, when everything felt like night, sometimes you get to such a low point that you physically beat at it until it bleeds - as you would say - bleeds till sunshine. You get to a point where you say, 'I will not take it anymore! I'm gonna do something drastic if I stay this depressed. I've got to break out of there!'

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.