Suicidal Thoughts Quotes

“Cassian knew that Nesta often hated herself.

But he'd never known she hated herself enough to want to... not exist anymore.

He'd seen her expression when he mentioned the threat of falling. And he knew going back to Velaris wouldn't save her from that look. He couldn't save her from that look, either.

Only Nesta could save herself from that feeling.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“A hundred times I thought of killing myself, but I still clung to life. That ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most fateful traits, because is there anything more ridiculous than wanting to continue to carry a load you always want to throw off? To despise and yet to feel attached to yourself? In short, to nurse the snake that is gnawing at you until it has eaten away your heart?”
― Voltaire, Candide

“You deserve better. I can't promise you I'll stay around, not because I don't want to. It's hard to explain. I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it. I've tried. I'm still trying. I can't love anyone because it's not fair to anyone who loves me back.”
― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

“It was nothing I hadn't thought of, plenty, and in far less taxing circumstances; the urge shook me grandly and unpredictably, a poisonous whisper that never wholly left me, that on some days lingered just on the threshold of my hearing but on others roared up uncontrollably into a sort of lurid visionary frenzy, why I wasn't sure, sometimes even a bad movie or a gruesome dinner party could trigger it, short term boredom and long term pain, temporary panic and permanent desperation striking all at once and flaring up in such an ashen desolate light that I saw, really saw, looking back down the years and with all clear-headed and articulate despair, that the world and everything in it was intolerably and permanently fucked and nothing had ever been good or okay, unbearable claustrophobia of the soul, the windowless room, no way out, waves of shame and horror, leave me alone, my mother dead on a marble floor, stop it stop it, muttering aloud to myself in elevators, in cabs, leave me alone, I want to die, a cold, intelligent, self-immolating fury that had-- more than once-- driven me upstairs in a resolute fog to swallow indiscriminate combos of whatever booze and pills I happened to have on hand: only tolerance and ineptitude that I'd botched it, unpleasantly surprised when I woke up though relieved for Hobie that he hadn't had to find me.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“As they approach true mastery of the Art of Starving, students will see that eating disorders are merely one part of a broad spectrum of self-harm. Cutting, addiction, suicidal ideation. These are all ways to assert your power. To prove that you're not weak. To show you're strong enough to control your own destiny by destroying yourself.”
― Sam J. Miller, The Art of Starving

“In those months I thought often of what I was trying to do, of how hard it is to keep alive someone who doesn't want to stay alive.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“If I was drowning on land, in oxygen, maybe the floor of the river was the only place I’d be able to breathe. [...] I thought, again, I’m so tired. I’m such a disappointment. I don’t want to do this anymore. I could kill myself. I should. I might. I want to.
But, no, I can fix this, still. I just have to try harder.
But I could.
And I might.”
― Jen St. Jude, If Tomorrow Doesn't Come

“A drop of a harmful contamination in a teaspoon of water makes the water bad,
Just as a drop of a harmful sentiment in a small amount of belief can damage the belief.
Make your belief as big as an ocean and it cannot be tainted by the drops.
The ocean is not pure. The quote is not to say it is, but it is a place of life and which the balance of a healthy planet must rely on. Life isn't about perfection - ie not eradicating moments - but a peace that goes beyond understanding with and within ALL moments.”
― Gillian Duce, The Lives and Karma of Jeremiah Blum and how he met his match.

“I had half a mind to drown myself then; but an odd wish to see the whole adventure out, a queer, impersonal, spectacular interest in myself, restrained me.”
― H. G. Wells

“(...) Porque sentía que la única forma de salir del hoyo era enterrando la cabeza en el suelo, porque creía que no había otra forma.
Pero sí que la hay. Solo que el camino es más difícil y el dolor dura más.”
― América Rodas, Una perfecta confusión

“Well, our relationship felt like living,’ Greta said. ‘To me, anyways. I have never been more myself with anyone, including myself.’
‘You’re not yourself with yourself?’
‘Not really.’
‘But it’s hard to be with someone who simply drifts, who never searches for meaning, who just coasts along, and then wonders why she’s so powerless-’
‘Suicidal,’ Greta said, correcting her.
‘You’re telling me you want to die when my husband was almost stabbed to death by the same man who tried to kill me. Who’s the narcissist now?’
‘Me, I guess. Me, me, me.”
― Jen Beagin, Big Swiss

“when a friend tells me
he has to fight the urge
to flip his electric razor's "on" switch
and toss it in his bathwater,

I pat his shoulder and say,
Yeah. . . yeah, I know what you mean . . .
when I want to say, Please! Don't tell me this.
I'm as helpless as you.”
― Anne Ohman Youngs

“You have an amazing life, you know it, everybody else knows it, and yet you feel that ending your life makes more sense than living it.”
― Shon Mehta, Lair Of The Monster

“Die Felder sind genauso eingegangen und vertrocknet wie meine Seele, beide liegen sie brach, unwissend, ob diese Zeit wieder vorübergeht oder ob sie die letzte ist. Ich frage mich erneut, wann ein Mensch wirklich tot ist. Sobald er nicht mehr atmet oder sobald er nicht mehr weiß, wofür?”
― Max Osswald, Von hier betrachtet sieht das scheiße aus

“The Paths I followed all my life led me one step closer to the grave I dug. Now it's time to be buried.”
― Abhishek

“IT'S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY.
It's also okay to ask for help when you need it.”
― Mykisha Mac

“She might be older than this city, but she's vain, and likes to hoard her baubles and belongings like a firedrake in a cave. So... be on your guard. You both have tempers when provoked, and I don't want you to have any surprises tonight.'

Some part of me didn't want to know what manner of creature, exactly, she was. 'So if we get into a brawl and I rip off her necklace, she'll roast and eat me?'

He chuckled. 'No- Amren would do far, far worse things than that. The last time Amren and Mor got into it, they left my favourite mountain retreat in cinders.' He lifted a brow. 'For what it's worth, I'm the most powerful High Lord in Prythian's history, and merely interrupting Amren is something I've only done once in the past century.'

The most powerful High Lord in history.

In the countless millennia they had existed here in Prythian, Rhys- Rhys with his smirking and sarcasm and bedroom eyes...

And Amren was worse. And older than five thousand years...

I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-

A broad hand gripped my face- gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. 'Don't you ever think that,' Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. 'Not for one damned moment.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“What is the point of living when I am so clearly less than human?”
― Sam J. Miller, The Art of Starving

“I spend a lot of time wondering what dying feels like. What dying sounds like.”
― Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes

“I stare at the mirro rover the kitchen sink. The no-hair guy staring back at me looks so strange now. He's like a different person with all uneven patches on his scalp. He looks thinner. I can see his cheekbones sticking out where his blond curtains used to hang. How long has this guy been under my hair? I don't like him. 'I'm going to kill you later today,' I say to that guy in the mirror, and he just smiles back at me like he can't wait. 'Promise?' I hear someone say, which freaks me out, because my lips didn't move.”
― Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock

“Aber ich bin unsichtbar. Schon immer gewesen.
Niemand kommt.
Ich gehe.”
― Max Osswald, Von hier betrachtet sieht das scheiße aus: Roman

“— Então — começou a Sra. Elm, encarando Nora. — O que você está sentindo agora?
— Como se ainda quisesse morrer. Faz tempo que venho querendo morrer. Já concluí por A mais B que minha dor de viver como a porra do desastre que eu sou é maior do que a dor que qualquer pessoa sentiria se eu morresse. Tenho certeza que seria um alívio, na verdade. Não tenho utilidade para ninguém. Eu sou péssima no trabalho. Deixei todo mundo na mão. Sou um desperdício de pegada de carbono, honestamente. Eu magoo as pessoas. Não tenho mais ninguém. Nem meu pobre e velho Volts, que morreu porque não consegui cuidar de um fato direito. Eu quero morrer. Minha vida é um desastre. Eu quero que acabe. Não fui feita para viver. E não faz o menor sentido eu passar por tudo isso. Porque é óbvio que meu destino é ser infeliz em outras vidas também. Essa sou eu. Não agrego nada. Estou chafurdando em autopiedade. Eu preciso da morte.
A Sra. Elm estudou Nora com atenção, como se estivesse lendo um trecho de um livro que já havia lido antes, mas descoberto agora que contia um novo significado.
— Precisar — disse ela, num tom de voz comedido — é uma palavra interessante. Implica estar carente de algo. Às vezes, se suprimos essa carência com outra coisa, a sensação original de precisar de algo desaparece completamente. Talvez seu problema seja a carência de alguma coisa e não você estar precisando de algo. Talvez exista uma vida que você precise muito viver.”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“Knowledge of our inevitable deaths is the ally of the disconsolate. It is their source of comfort, their devil’s advocate, their excuse, and their hindrance.”
― Chenson Lee

“I was sleeping while keeping my eyes open, and soon I started to like it.

I then came to the realization that I didn't want to wake up once again. That's really sad since I was actually sleeping much better because it felt so lovely.

It was essentially a redundant suffering, similar to when you wake up from a nightmare and are ecstatic.

I am constantly torn between turning myself off and shutting everyone else off.

I'm not doing so great at being a useful human, you know? Every day, I lie in bed for at least an hour.

Then, since I'm afraid to offend, I spend time contemplating and remaining silent.”
― Rifa Coolheart

“You have thirty minutes,' Cassian said from where he sat in the tall, swaying grass, sipping from his canteen. 'Use it however you wish.'

She said nothing. Even nodding felt like too much.

He opened the pack and chucked a canteen to her. 'Fill this. If you faint, you might fall off the mountain and break every bone in your body.'

She didn't look at him. Didn't let him see the word in her eyes. Good.

He went still, though. His next words were gentler- and she resented them, too. 'Rest up.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Stop,’ said Greta. ‘Stop with the will-to-live shit. It’s for the terminally ill, okay? The wrongly convicted, the chronically homeless - people living on the edge. It’s meaningless nonsense coming from you. What you and Luke have is confidence, that’s all, along with the expectation that things will go your way because they probably will, because they already have.”
― Jen Beagin, Big Swiss

“Suicide Islands: The higher the island is, the higher its suicide rate appears to be.”
― Steven Magee

“A lot of gay people kill themselves. Unhappy lives.”
― Steven Magee

“Life seems a mockery....I can't go on like this," she railed. She wished for a sinus infection, which would at least provide "escapism." When one feels like leaving college and killing oneself over one course which actually nauseates one, it is a rather serious thing.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Suicide, she realizes, isn’t opting out of the future, it’s opting out of the present, for who can see more of the future than that? Reference to the future, to its unbroken promise, is the reflex of those for whom the future's mirage still exists. Such people are lucky, deceived.”
― Susan Choi, Trust Exercise