Anderson Cooper Quotes

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

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

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

...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.

I think suicide is the most perfect thing you can do in life.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

People die because they find living too painful.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

For a long time, I didn't want to live.

There's nothing beautiful about somebody killing themselves.

in the nineteenth year and the eleventh month speak your tattered Kaddish for all suicides: Praise to life though it crumbled in like a tunnel on ones we knew and loved Praise to life though its windows blew shut on the breathing-room of ones we knew and loved Praise to life though ones we knew and loved loved it badly, too well, and not enough Praise to life though it tightened like a knot on the hearts of ones we thought we knew loved us Praise to life giving room and reason to ones we knew and loved who felt unpraisable. Praise to them, how they loved it, when they could.

Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn't know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That's what gave her such power over us. The doctor took her into a room with a desk at the end of the hall, and from under the closed door a slab of brilliance radiated as if, by some stupendous process, diamonds were being incinerated in there. What a pair of lungs! She shrieked as I imagined an eagle would shriek. It felt wonderful to be alive to hear it! I've gone looking for that feeling everywhere.

I never felt like dying was a good idea.

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

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Suicide - when I think of it, to me it means someone had a lot of problems and they couldn't fight through them anymore. That's not cowardly. It's sad and nothing but.

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

He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular with a razor three times and scrawled on a photograph of his wife with his dying hand goodbye, goodbye, goodbye