I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how i was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that i didnt understand. Maybe i was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldnt let me.
I was just thinking of bundling up cecily and feeding her to the ducks at hyde park," said will, pushing his wet hair back and favoring jem with a rare smile. "i could use your assistance." "unfortunately, you may have to delay your plans for suicide a bit longer. Gabriel lightwood is downstairs, and i have two words for you. Two of your favorite words, at least when you put them together." "'utter simpleton'?" inquired will. "'worthless upstart'?" jem grinned. "'demon pox,'" he said.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer.
Bitter criticism caused the sensitive thomas hardy, one of the finest novelists ever to enrich english literature, to give up forever the writing of fiction. Criticism drove thomas chatterton, the english poet, to suicide. . . . Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain - and most fools do. But it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess i've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.
From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some trans-atlantic military giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never. All the armies of europe and asia...Could not by force take a drink from the ohio river or make a track on the blue ridge in the trial of a thousand years. No, if destruction be our lot we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men we will live forever or die by suicide.