Death Wish Quotes

I would like to die on Mars, just not on impact.

What I wanted was to die among strangers, untroubled, beneath a cloudless sky. And yet my desire differed from the sentiments of that ancient Greek who wanted to die under the brilliant sun. What I wanted was some natural, spontaneous suicide. I wanted a death like that of a fox, not yet well versed in cunning, that walks carelessly along a mountain path and is shot by a hunter because of its own stupidity.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

I will leap into my grave laughing because the feeling that I have five million human beings on my conscience is for me a source of extraordinary satisfaction.

A real man does not think of victory or defeat. He plunges recklessly towards an irrational death.

Engage in combat fully determined to die and you will be alive; wish to survive in the battle and you will surely meet death.

The living will envy the dead.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is not to be locked up again, He is to come with me.

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

I’m ready to die. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.

It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.

I felt despair. The word’s overused and banalified now, despair, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. For me it denotes a simple admixture — a weird yearning for death combined with a crushing sense of my own smallness and futility that presents as a fear of death. It’s maybe close to what people call dread or angst. But it’s not these things, quite. It’s more like wanting to die in order to escape the unbearable feeling of becoming aware that I’m small and weak and selfish and going without any doubt at all to die. It’s wanting to jump overboard.

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

I would like to do my own eulogy, and then shoot myself and then get in the coffin.

A terminal diagnosis can really mess with your head. Honestly, it makes you want to run away to the moon. Many ALS patients want to fade away quietly. This was not for me.

You should only get AIDS and die, you pig.

Not to be born surpasses all reckoning. The next best thing by far, when one has been born is to go back as swiftly as possible whence one came.

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.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

If I'm going to say anything about John Edwards in the future, I'll just wish he had been killed in a terrorist assassination plot.

Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.

Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up.

Socrates said the unexamined life is not worth living. But the over-examined life makes you wish you were dead. Given the alternative, I'd rather be living.