Philip Massinger Quotes

I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am. ...It was my fault. Can I kill myself here, or should I do it outside, so the mess on your carpet doesn't upset your mother?

There is no power on earth that can loosen a man's grip on his own throat

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

In my view, suicide is not really a wish for life to end.' What is it then?' It is the only way a powerless person can find to make everybody else look away from his shame. The wish is not to die, but to hide.

I thought men like that shot themselves.

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.

Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.

So many means of self-destruction, so little time.

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

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness

Suicide is the most private and mysterious of acts, inexplicable because the chief actor is never there to explain it.

It used to be said, not so long ago, that every suicide gave Satan special pleasure. I don't think that's true-unless it isn't true either that the Devil is a gentleman. If the Devil has no class at all, then okay, I agree: He gets a bang out of suicide. Because suicide is a mess. As a subject for study, suicide is perhaps uniquely incoherent. And the act itself is without shape and without form. The human project implodes, contorts inward-shameful, infantile, writhing, gesturing. It's a mess in there.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

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

I could never kill myself. I approve of suicide if you have horrible health. Otherwise it's the ultimate hissy fit.

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

Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

By suicide I introduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will ... now I choose the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.

Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.

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

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

...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 you've got nowhere to turn, turn on the gas.

Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.