Kyle Carpenter Quotes

When you're scared, you're still hanging on to life. When you're ready to die, you let it go. A sort of emptying out occurs, a giving up on the world that seems oddly familiar even if you've never done it before.

If it's just the same with you, Mr. President, I'd like to lie down and die.

I have few illusions: the cause is lost in advance. As for me, I do my part, which is to drag a fairly drab existence to its conclusion.

'Weary Willie' is very real to me. He is a man who has given up. The boat has gone and left him. The cards are stacked against him. He's content to make out with what he's got. He knows he'll go no further.

My sweetest hope is to lose hope.

Groan and forget it.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

I’m ready to die. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

Spending your days waiting to die is no way to live.

I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid to.

Life and hope must cease together.

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.

The nice thing about true hopelessness is that you don't have to try again.

You should despair and run away.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

I used to feel like I was drowning. So I stopped trying to swim.

Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

The realization that I’d have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float towards his end. He sees it quite clearly, and it fills him with (the word will not go away) despair. The blood of life is leaving his body and despair is taking its place, despair that is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.