Did you really want to die?" "No one commits suicide because they want to die." "Then why do they do it?" "Because they want to stop the pain.
Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?
If you are of the opinion that the contemplation of suicide is sufficient evidence of a poetic nature, do not forget that actions speak louder than words.
The good guys had to operate on a higher level than the killers--just for society to keep track of who was who.
What was it about not knowing a person that allowed you to wonder whether she might be the answer to all your problems?
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
He could only consider me as the living corpse of a would-be suicide, a person dead to shame, an idiot ghost.
When a situation gets so bad that no solution seems possible there is left only murder and suicide, or both. These failing, one becomes a buffoon.
Après trois ans, un couple doit se quitter, se suicider, ou faire des enfants, ce qui sont trois façons d'entériner sa fin.
He said that I have to remember that even though I've changed a lot in here, I'm going back to a world that hasn't changed
That sounds weird: "kill yourself." It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.
I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.
You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.
By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.
As an extreme method of saving, I’d kidnap myself, if I thought I’d actually pay the ransom money before I committed suicide.
No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.
If that's true why did it jump into the swamp?" Alex asks. "No normal horse would do that. Jump into a lake for a swim maybe, but not a swamp, unless it was a suicidal horse.
Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with.
When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls' emotional state at that point, he said, "Buffeted but not broken.
[...] and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive.
Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.
