Ellen Hopkins Quotes

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

Everyone has good cause for suicide, or at least it seems that way to those who search for it. (74)

Suicide: Don't knock it if you ain't tried it.

Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defense.

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

Suicide is the only way out.

There are a great many ways to commit suicide you know.

If you are home, and you got no place to go, and you want to, just blow yourself up ... Go ahead ... The drugs themselves ... There's a price for doing stuff to yourself.

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

Just think, right now as you read this, some guy somewhere is gettin' ready to hang himself.

Suicides aren't heroic in my opinion. And I don't think anybody ever really knows why somebody commits suicide.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)

What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

Stuff up the cracks, turn on the gas, I'm gonna take my life.

I don't persuade to suicide.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

The man, who in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.

But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.

They'll just cut our wrists like Cheap coupons and say that death Was on sale today.

I won the argument against the knife that night, but barely. I had some other good ideas around that time--about how jumping off a building or blowing my brains out with a gun might stop the suffering. but something about spending a night with a knife in my hand did it. The next morning I called my friend Susan as the sun came up, begged her to help me. I don't think a woman in the whole history of my family had ever done that before, had ever sat in the middle of the road like that and said, in the middle of her life, "I cannot walk another step further--somebody has to help me.

As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.

Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself." "Are you trying to tempt me?" "Ha-ha.

A man who is willing to commit suicide has the initiative.