Jack Osbourne Quotes

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.

I am too busy thinking about killing myself.

I couldn't commit suicide if my life depended on it.

I'm glad that I never ended up killing myself, though I came close more times than I would like to admit.

On average, since the urge to kill myself isn't so strong that I actually kill myself, the world is worth living in.

Depression is close to me, but suicide hasn't been.

I have a suicide impulse.

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

Suicide - when I think of it, to me it means someone had a lot of problems and they couldn't fight through them anymore. That's not cowardly. It's sad and nothing but.

I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe! jump of a bridge.

In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.

The first inkling my husband had that I was thinking about suicide was when he checked my blog.

I don't persuade to suicide.

I never tried to kill myself or anything.

There have been times when I have deliberately tried to take my life... I think I must have been crying for some attention.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

I loved music, but I found myself at the point where I wanted to die. I didn't care about life.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

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

When you have a child who wants to take his own life and you feel powerless, nothing else in life matters.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

I went through an extreme depression.

Many of the artifacts of my house had become potential devices for my own destruction: the attic rafters (and an outside maple or two) a means to hang myself, the garage a place to inhale carbon monoxide, the bathtub a vessel to receive the flow from my opened arteries. The kitchen knives in their drawers had but one purpose for me.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.