Craig Ferguson Quotes

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

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.

I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.

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.

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

A man who is willing to commit suicide has the initiative.

Suicide is the only way out.

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

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

And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.

Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping. Just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Jumping from something so high that she’d never hit the bottom.

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

If you're that depressed, reach out to someone. And remember, suicide is a permanent solution, to a temporary problem.

Nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.

What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.

Many of the artifacts of my house had become potential devices for my own destruction: the attic rafters (and an outside maple or two) a means to hang myself, the garage a place to inhale carbon monoxide, the bathtub a vessel to receive the flow from my opened arteries. The kitchen knives in their drawers had but one purpose for me.

All healthy men have thought of their own suicide

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.

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

I was, you know, a mess. I totally wanted to kill myself every day.

Would you carry a razor, in case, just in case of depression?

I contemplated suicide. My main concern was that I would not make the New York Times obituary page.

Four years ago on this very day I tried to take my own life. And I said, "Zach, do it in front of your co-workers and end the misery." I don't know how many of you ever tried to jump off of a Pizza Hut, but you'll just get a sprained ankle out of the deal. Then you'll have to go back inside, and serve crazy bread.