Discussion Just a place for me to post depression/suicidal quotes from books I'm reading

[CandleShade]

Im terrible at expressing myself, but i do find comfort in reading quotes that just describe exactly what i am feeling. This'll just be a general thread where ill post such quotes

 

[CandleShade]

"Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramps
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live."

 

[CandleShade]

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.
-Ned Vizzini

 

[theater]

Will you please add citations to the quotes you share? For those of us who may want to look at the writer's other works.

 

[CandleShade]

Will you please add citations to the quotes you share? For those of us who may want to look at the writer's other works.

Yeah, alright

 

[todienomore]

you might like this book

To Die No More and Blind Pony

Artist, Blind Pony-blogger, and Hans Henny Jahnn-reader Herbert Pfostl now has a book: " To Die No More is an artist's book about the m...

ajourneyroundmyskull.blogspot.com

Blind Pony Books

blindpony.blogspot.com

dozens of quotes at the 2nd link


also Emil Cioran, I fall asleep to his audiobooks every night

 

[CandleShade]

you might like this book

To Die No More and Blind Pony

Artist, Blind Pony-blogger, and Hans Henny Jahnn-reader Herbert Pfostl now has a book: " To Die No More is an artist's book about the m...

ajourneyroundmyskull.blogspot.com

Blind Pony Books

blindpony.blogspot.com

dozens of quotes at the 2nd link


also Emil Cioran, I fall asleep to his audiobooks every night

Ill check it out. You should try looking up Ranata Suzuki

 

[vercabow]

i'll add one, don't know if you'd like it though.

"it is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found"

-D.W. Winnicott

 

[CandleShade]

"I wanted to be a cicada. I wanted to pull my skin off and leave it in the bushes and nobody would recognize me, not even my own mother. I would be a completely different person and I wouldn't remember a thing."
- Camilla DeAngelis, Bones and All

 

[J&L383]

"Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramps
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live."

Dorothy Parker

 

[CandleShade]

"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors."
― J. Michael Straczynski, Babylon 5: The Scripts of J. Michael Straczynski, Vol. 2

 

[CandleShade]

"There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares."
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

 

[CandleShade]

"If you had a person in your life treating you the way you treat yourself, you would have gotten rid of them a long time ago..."
― Cheri Huber, There Is Nothing Wrong with You: Going Beyond Self-Hate

 

[CandleShade]

"...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence."
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin

 

[CandleShade]

"I heard what you said. I'm not the silly romantic you think. I don't want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don't want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved."
--Shana Abe

 

[CandleShade]

"When, getting too used to ourselves, we begin to loathe ourselves, we soon realize that we are worse off, that self-hatred actually strengthens self-attachment."
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

 

[CandleShade]

"When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under the surface gaudy of poppies.
But when it came right down to it, the sink of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at."
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar