I’m full of love, and nobody wants it. — Dylan Klebold Advertisements
Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life. ― B. G. Bowers, Death and Life. (PaperFields Press; Revised edition, December 21, 2014)
Your life was a hypothesis. Those who die old are made of the past. Thinking of them, one thinks of what they have done. Thinking of you, one thinks of what you could have become. You were, and you will remain, made up of possibilities. ― Édouard Levé, Suicide. (P.O.L. (ï¿½DITIONS); POL edition, April 15,… Continue reading Édouard Levé
You were said to have died of suffering. But you died because you searched for happiness at the risk of finding the void. — Édouard Levé, Suicide. (P.O.L. (ï¿½DITIONS); POL edition, April 15, 2008)
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late. ― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born. (Arcade Publishing September 15, 1998) Originally published 1973.
But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. — Anne Sexton, from “Wanting to Die,” The Complete Poems. (Houghton Mifflin 1981)
My dearest Sixsmith, I shot myself through the roof of my mouth this morning with Vivian Ayrs’ Luger. A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate suicide is a coward’s act. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Suicide takes tremendous courage. Don’t let them say I killed myself for love. Had my infatuations,… Continue reading Ben Whishaw