Maurice Baring Quotes

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

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.

No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.

In the world of the present, in our time, we feel that suffering, anguish, the torments of body and soul, are greater than ever before in the history of mankind.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Please don't set me free Death means a lot me

Death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot.

The living will envy the dead.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

I wish I could lay down beside her and die too.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

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

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

Examples one finds in the philosophical literature are somebody who's seen the trial of a child of theirs, where they're being proved guilty of some crime that would drive the parent into a depression, maybe a suicidal depression.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

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

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.