suicide [Theme]

The thought of suicide is a great comfort: it can help you get through many dark nights.

Ten seconds - and you would have saved everyone.

“It’s better to go for it,” Fred said firmly.

“My suicide will be in classic Victorian style,” he said, as if the prospect pleased him. “Gun to the temple. With your free hand you close your eyes. Goodbye cruel world."

- Suicide is not my style... I will stay here too. I think this option will suit you. If you want to die, then only after me!..

- Where are you in a hurry? You are sick? A? No... And this is the main thing! Everything else is a whim. Fantasies... For billions of years, nature has been creating a miracle whose name is man! And you, you dared to encroach on him?! Yes, in the entire Universe there is nothing more amazing than man! Take the stars! Well, they are shining. They shine, but do not warm. And the Sun? Sends its rays to Earth hundreds of thousands of miles away! So what? He's just wasting himself! Does he have a brain, consciousness, soul? And do you have...

Togo is held back by the thought of loved ones who would be too stunned by such an end, and in the event of publicity, perhaps, would bring reproaches on them; the other is too weak in spirit to take his own life. To some extent, I belong to this second category; I, for example, am decidedly incapable of putting a pistol to my temple and pulling the trigger: something stronger than myself prevents me from making this last gesture, and although life is completely disgusting to me, I do not have the strength to go towards death myself.

Togo is held back by the thought of loved ones who would be too stunned by such an end, and in the event of publicity, perhaps, would bring reproaches on them; the other is too weak in spirit to take his own life. To some extent, I belong to this second category; I, for example, am decidedly incapable of putting a pistol to my temple and pulling the trigger: something stronger than myself prevents me from making this last gesture, and although life is completely disgusting to me, I do not have the strength to go towards death myself.

I sat and drank and thought about suicide. But I felt a strange love for my body, for my life. Covered with welts and scars, they were still mine.

Perhaps I was underdeveloped. Quite possibly. I often felt inadequate. I just wanted to get away from everything. But there was no place where I could hide. Suicide? Nothing better than any other job. I would prefer to sleep that way for five years, but would they let me.

To whom-the spinal cord, to whom-a clot of antibodies.

Suicide at the peak of depression is not a sin, but a disease exacerbated by random environmental influences.

Yes, I would not advise you to go to the clinic, - the artist continued, - what's the point of dying in the ward under the groans and wheezing of hopeless patients. Wouldn't it be better to arrange a feast for these twenty-seven thousand and, having taken poison, move to the sound of strings, surrounded by drunken beauties and dashing friends?

Arteniev: - Firstly, the sin lies in something else - in treason to the Fatherland.