Marilyn Manson Quotes

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

she committed suicide by putting her extremities down the garbage disposal-first one arm and then, kind of miraculously if you think about it, the other arm.

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

If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.

Suicide is the worst form of murder, because it leaves no opportunity for repentance.

Blood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not deep, nevertheless the blood rushes out happily in the warm water as if kin to it, the same tender substance. Rising a new person transformed with an icy sense of error I go to the sink and turn on cold water which is not friendly to blood. The cut is deeper than imagined.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

And I ask him why he cuts his arms with a razor. "Just fo feel. Just to feel something.

Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up. Visual bruises can be covered with make-up, but down to the core, I'm all bruises.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

If you really want to kill yourself, you get a gun and blow your head off.

Early on, if I was alone two three nights in a row, I'd start writing poems about suicide.

I never tried to kill myself or anything.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

When you commit your life to something and it doesn't work out, it is a tough place to be. Suicide can be the spiritual reprieve of a faithless person. I knew I could always just end it, and there was solace in that.

Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

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

Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?

I wouldn't say that cutting was pleasurable, but there is a sense of euphoria that follows cutting yourself. The quick pinch of pain and the sight of blood snaps you back to the surface and you start to appreciate being alive.

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.