Mahatma Gandhi Quotes

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

I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.

The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

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

Chelsea Manning attempted to commit suicide twice last year.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.

Psychologically, I will not have to seek far if I decide to kill myself, because in my mind and heart I am more ready for this than for the unplanned daily tribulations that mark off the mornings and afternoons.

I never tried to kill myself or anything.

Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.

As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.

I don't kill myself. I can't live like that.

I couldn't commit suicide if my life depended on it.

I'm not disparaging suicides when I call them weak, I'm pointing out that anybody who would consider doing a thing like that needs help. I don't think a normal, mentally healthy person commits suicide.

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

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

I wanted to die. I had a panic attack.

I never knew Kurt to be suicidal. I just knew that he was going through a really tough time.

I tried to commit suicide one day. It was a very Woody Allen-type suicide. I turned on the gas and left all the windows open.

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

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

Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We've all had those. And somewhat more dangerous things, like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. You put the gun back in the drawer. You'll have to find another way.

I am too busy thinking about killing myself.

Here's the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.