Joshua Logan Quotes

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.

My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.

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

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

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 actually found it very moving how destructive depression is. I was really saddened by this burden people have to handle.

When you commit your life to something and it doesn't work out, it is a tough place to be. Suicide can be the spiritual reprieve of a faithless person. I knew I could always just end it, and there was solace in that.

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.

Everyone has good cause for suicide, or at least it seems that way to those who search for it. (74)

Lilly was not crazy. She left a serious suicide note. 'Sorry,' said the note. 'Just not big enough.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

...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.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp into the water, and I did go part way, but I stopped. I went again and stopped. I then got out of the car and stood by the car a nervous wreck.

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.

If I were sufficiently romantic I suppose I'd have killed myself long ago just to make people talk about me. I haven't even got the conviction to make a successful drunkard.

I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.

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

I think one of the scariest things about depression is that it exists along with the happiness and the joy, and it kind of plays with it and sucks the color from it.

Depression is like the worst disease you can get. It's devastating.

Depression, for me, has been a couple of different things - but the first time I felt it, I felt helpless, hopeless, and things I had never felt before. I lost myself and my will to live.

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

So I just sat in bed for six months - I literally didn't leave the house - and it was the first time that I'd actually experienced being depressed. I'd be sad on and off but I'd never experienced actual depression. Like, crying for no reason. It was really horrible.