suicide

His leap was exact, mathematical. The initial arc - head tucked between taut arms that spread out gradually like wings - was as graceful as a swan dive.

Suicide leaves everyone feeling guilty.

The leave zipped right by. We were so terrifically glad to be back to our own little section of the trench, with all its happy memories, that we wouldn__ have traded places with anybody. The lazy bastard who__ filled in while we were away hadn__ managed to nibble away so much as an inch of garden soil in the direction of Berlin.We found out that Brugnon hadn__ come back from leave. He__ hanged himself in the stairwell of his building, on rue des Gâtines. He left a note to say he couldn__ take it any more and asked us to count him out. We accepted it_ Who were we to judge?

Why don__ you just go run to your room and cry little girl or better yet kill yourself?_ Cora spat out ferociously. __h honey, if I was going to kill myself I__ do it right here out of spite just to see you get down on your knees and wash the blood off the tiles and haunt your ass til kingdom come._ Sienna spat back with even more ferocity.

So you want to commit suicide,huh? Why? Life doesn't compel you to choose that way.Generally People makes you commit suicide.And those who makes you feel bad,trust my word, they don't care about you. Then why bother killing yourself? Kill them instead.

I could feel the weight of everything then --- the weight of loneliness, of everything that had gone wrong. I felt heroic, going up those last few flights to the top of the building, dragging that weight along with me. Jumping felt like the only way to get rid of it, the only way to make it work for me instead of against me; I felt so heavy that I knew I'd hit the street in no time. I'd beat the world record for falling off a tower block.

Maybe I did mean to kill myself. I didn't think it outright but...maybe the truth is, I didn't--I don't--much care one way or th'other.

With DID patients, if they feel hostility or aggression they take it out on themselves with self-harm... They__e self-destructive and repeatedly suicidal, more so than any other psychological disorder. So that's what's typical _ not this wild aggression, or stalking women [or robbery].- Dr Bethany Brand, on Billy Milligan and Multiple Personality Disorder (DID)

As I sat in the office of the cure, he began to speak and explain to me what it was. I was there, and I had no choice but to continue, it seemed there was nothing but that, nothing else _ and yet, it was being explained to me, almost without my permission, as a matter of course, this thing I did not understand: the cure for suicide.

A society that believes in nothing can offer no argument even against death. A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.

Three: You don't know what it's likeSeven: To do a cartwheel followed by a somersault followed by wishing so hard you could fold your hands into a pistol and no longer exist.

Lucien took the cigar and lit it, in the Spanish fashion, from that of the priest. "He is right," Lucien thought; "there is plenty of time to kill myself.

Think of the old cliché about __he mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master._ This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in the head. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger.

I worked on Mauna Kea for over five years and saw my health severely degrade during that time. Thetwo long term summit workers that I knew well died of disease conditions, another worker went on tocommit suicide, and others were argumentative.

There seemed no answer. He wasn't resigned to anything, he hadn't accepted or adjusted to the life he'd been forced into. Yet here he was, eight months after the plague's last victim, nine since he's spoken to another human being, ten since Virginia had died. Here he was with no future and a virtually hopeless present. Still plodding on.Instinct? Or was he just stupid? Too unimaginative to destroy himself? Why hadn't he done it in the beginning when he was in the very depths? What had impelled him to enclose the house, install a freezer, a generator, an electric stove, a water tank, build a hothouse, a workbench, burn down the houses on each side of his, collect records and books and mountains of canned supplies, even - it was fantastic when you thought about it - even put a fancy mural on the wall?Was the life force something more than words, a tangible, mind-controlling potency? Was nature somehow, in him, maintaining its spark against its own encroachments?He closed his eyes. Why think, why reason? There was no answer. His continuance was an accident and an attendant bovinity. He was just too dumb to end it all, and that was about the size of it.

The world isn__ the place we are told to live in. It is another place entirely. We have both more choice, and less, than we are supposed to have.

Suicide isn't something people do to hurt other people. It's something people do to release themselves from pain.

If you follow the pescribed way of how people want you to be, then it will be of great relieve if you commit suicide than to be dragged along like a donkey.