Patty Jenkins Quotes

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

By the time I was 30, nobody would work with me. I was friendless, I was hopeless, I was suicidal, lost my family - I mean, it was bad. Bottomed out, didn't know what I was going to do. I actually thought I was going to be a chef - go to work in a kitchen someplace.

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

I can feel myself dying inside.

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

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

It got to a point where I didn't care... about living at all.

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.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

Despair has its own calms.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels.

When you get to that point where you don't want to live, and you don't want to die, it's a desperate, horrible place to be. And I just hit my knees. And I had to use 'The Passion of the Christ' to heal my wounds.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

I would be going until I went over the bounds of reality and was then caught up in a profound wish to be dead without having to go through the shaming defeat of suicide.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Since I was 16, I've felt a black cloud hangs over me.