Ron Perlman Quotes

Slow-motion suicide

I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe! jump of a bridge.

I just love having a buzz all the time, regardless of the consequences.

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.

What the hell, it doesn’t make any difference. Have a drink.

For a while, I had this uncontrollable urge - this addiction to danger. Now I look back and I think, 'Gee, what an idiot. I was risking my life just for the sensation of it.'

I think some people are on a mission to die, and I never was.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

I want to die with my blue jeans on.

Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.

Among the lying schemes of the devil is deluding the person who commits suicide into thinking that death will relieve him from his troubles.

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

I lived a permissive, fast, and reckless lifestyle. I hope I can serve as a warning that living this lifestyle can really lead to only one thing, and that's misery.

It's not that I will die, but if I stop partying, it will lead to extreme complications in my wellbeing.

I feel like I've had bad nights or destructive nights or nights where I don't remember anything or nights where I was seriously injured or seriously in danger. And I remained nihilistic and unconcerned because it felt like there was no alternative.

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.

I hate myself, and I want to die

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

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

I knew I was too late—and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.

When life is so burdensome death has become a sought after refuge.

In our rushing, bulls in china shops, we break our own lives.

Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes.