Georg C. Lichtenberg Quotes

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant; the sun hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood, - by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.

I told my doctor I wonna stop aging, he gave me a gun!

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what is the meaning and purpose of life? Death.

Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.

I can die when I wish to: that is my elixir of life.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

The idea of suicide is of a very set narrative, as if killing yourself is a definitive statement. But it can be just as meaningless as throwing a stone in a river.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

The counterpart of the suicide is the seeker; but the difference between them is slight.

I was obsessed with not knowing what happened after you were dead. And I sat or kneeled for a whole day with my head against the wall, trying to figure it out. But I couldn't, and I just said, 'Okay.' And then it was nothingness.

We will never conquer death.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

Who would not shudder if he were given the choice of eternal death or life again as a child ? Who would not choose to die ?

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there.

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.