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"Farewell Erika...Farewell Kazuya Ryuzaki...I killed too many Earthlings, and I can only beg for their forgiveness, even as they helped Baam...I will judge myself with my own hands! …Farewell…"
— Richter, Daimos
"It seems that my time is up. However, I will not die by your technique! Kenshiro... FAREWELL!!"
— Shin, Fist of the North Star
Comic Books
They said my mother was insane.
— Kraven the Hunter shortly before committing suicide, Kraven's Last Hunt
Fan Works
Asuka had once felt like dying too, several times in fact, but there was always something that kept her going.
No, not always. She had wandered the streets for days. She had starved herself. She had stripped naked and climbed into that bathtub. And she had waited, her life meaningless, her pride destroyed, her whole being slowly slipping from reality.
No, not always. She had wandered the streets for days. She had starved herself. She had stripped naked and climbed into that bathtub. And she had waited, her life meaningless, her pride destroyed, her whole being slowly slipping from reality.
Film
"God, forgive me..."
—Johnny, The Room (2003)
"Why is 3 o'clock in the morning always the hour of choice to put on Nick Cave, get depressed and kill yourself? What's wrong with the middle of the day when everyone's awake and ready to call an ambulance? "
— Daniel, He Died With a Felafel in His Hand
"Get me my sword, Bill. I'm about to commit hara-kiri."
— Captain David Foster, Watch Your Stern
Jill: There's an obvious way out.
Mervyn: There are three obvious ways, actually. I could hang myself, shoot myself, or throw myself in the river.
Literature
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy ... And if it is true, as Nietzsche claims, that a philosopher, to deserve our respect, must preach by example, you can appreciate the importance of that reply, for it will precede the definitive act ... If I ask myself how to judge that this question is more urgent than [any other], I reply that one judges by the actions it entails. I have never seen anyone die for the ontological argument.
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
When lovely woman stoops to folly
And finds too late that men betray
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover
And hide her shame from every eye
And give repentance to her lover
And wring his bosom is - to die.
And finds too late that men betray
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover
And hide her shame from every eye
And give repentance to her lover
And wring his bosom is - to die.
— Oliver Goldfish, The Vicar of Wakefield
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn't do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life's assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire's flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It's not desiring the fall; it's terror of the flames. Yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don‘t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You'd have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.
—Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
Live-Action TV
People today are obsessed with anything shiny and new. But it's all an illusion. Everything new fades. But forgotten hotels are still good for some things: drug deals... May-December indiscretions... and ending it all. I'd know that look anywhere. Seen it many times. These two lucky birds are content. At peace, even. It's their wedding anniversary: sixty years, four kids, nine grandchildren. They've had a good run together... but she's not quite the same anymore, since the cancer spread. And he can't imagine his life without her. The last thing she wants is to be a burden. So they come here, to be alone - so they never have to be alone again. I... envy them.
—Liz Taylor, American Horror Story: Hotel
Music
"She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette..."
— Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss, Whiskey Lullaby
No way out...suicide!
— Rage (Band), "Suicide"
Holy lord, I'm falling fast — Bring me back!
— Testament, "Falling Fast"
I'm near the edge
I'm on the edge
I'm off the edge! JUMP!
I'm on the edge
I'm off the edge! JUMP!
— Forbidden, "Off the Edge"
Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead
with a smile on his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead
with a smile on his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.
— Nightwish, "The Poet and the Pendulum"
Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further, every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Drifting further, every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
— Metallica, "Fade to Black"
A woman I knew just drowned herself
The well was deep and muddy
She was just shaking off futility
Or punishing somebody
The well was deep and muddy
She was just shaking off futility
Or punishing somebody
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life, oh no
(one guitar solo later)
My spirits are low, in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over...
In a world like I have seen
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life, oh no
(one guitar solo later)
My spirits are low, in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over...
I know that I'm stronger, broken heart of a fighter.
My scars remind me that I'm a survivor.
This life is a tough game and I don't wanna play it,
I'm reaching for a hand, help me make it.
It's too much and I give up,
Just please don't hate me.
My letter's on the pillow win a kiss goodbye,
I'm sorry mom but I promise that I tried.
My scars remind me that I'm a survivor.
This life is a tough game and I don't wanna play it,
I'm reaching for a hand, help me make it.
It's too much and I give up,
Just please don't hate me.
My letter's on the pillow win a kiss goodbye,
I'm sorry mom but I promise that I tried.
— Scratch 21, The Rhyme.
It seems that the world is such a troublesome place.
Sometimes I think I should just end the pain.
"You're sick, aren't you dear?"
"I'm sick of the tears."
Why can't everything just end simply?
Everything that I aspire to be is nothing that will become of me.
If my expectations are too far-fetched, just what am I to do?
Give a sign, give a sign, a reason not to die.
Solution gone, emotions ablaze
A life so strong just faded away
You find yourself searching for a quick release
A new belief
A life so strong just faded away
You find yourself searching for a quick release
A new belief
— Feeder, "Comfort in Sound"
Will I live tomorrow?
Well, I just can't say
But I know for sure
I don't live today.
Well, I just can't say
But I know for sure
I don't live today.
— Jimi Hendrix, "I Don't Live Today"
"This world is a cruel place
And we're here only to lose
So before life tears us apart
Let death bless me with you"
And we're here only to lose
So before life tears us apart
Let death bless me with you"
—HIM, "Join Me in Death"
Podcasts
"Hours grew longer. Employees were not allowed to leave or to take bathroom breaks. Wide scale experiments were undertaken on pretty much everyone. We’ve never seen such casualties. And from our own! We had to install nets along the rooftops to… um… keep people from flying away."
—Corin Deeth III, Kakos Industries
Theatre
I am reaching, but I fall
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean.
There is nowhere I can turn
There is no way to go on.
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean.
There is nowhere I can turn
There is no way to go on.
—Inspector Javert as he throws himself into the Seine river, Les Misérables
"Forgive me, John. I never meant to do this. Oh God, forgive me."
— Magda Sorel converting her home into a Gas Chamber for herself, The Consul
Judas: My mind is in darkness now! My god, I am sick! I've been used and you knew all the time! God! I'll never ever know why you chose me for your crime! Your foul, bloody crime! You have murdered me! You have murdered me! Murdered me! Murdered me! MURDERED ME! MURDERED ME! MURDERED ME! MURDERED-
Choir: SO LONG, JUDAS. POOR OLD JUDAS. SO LONG, JUDAS. POOR OLD JUDAS.
— "Judas's Death", Jesus Christ Superstar
Video Games
Ann? I'm sorry. I... I can't take this... anymore...
— Shiho Suzui, following what thankfully turns out to be a Bungled Suicide, Persona 5
It's time to leave this place. I held out hope for months that I'd see my family again, but it seems like this rope is my only ticket to freedom. I'm sure Ryan has seized the bookstore, no telling where Gloria and Billy will have to... live... Can't seem to form a complete thought anymore. Can't sleep with that glow coming in the windows. Things out there watching us. Maybe I'll get to sleep now...
—Harold Parson, Bioshock 2
You never determine exactly which bit it was that Zeeman Hodgkiss ate. She never said; she simply folded her napkin, rose carefully from the table, strode down to the engine room, and flung herself into the main boiler. You doubt the cook has enough pepper in stock to mask a taste like that.
This is my final record. I've done... such a terrible thing. The Penitentiary System is nothing like he told me... It's not made to save humanity. He's going to control everyone... Even the Monarchs. All of humanity, nothing more than slaves... That was the secret purpose of this project. Even my own Desire will be seized, any moment now... But as long as I still have it... I can put an end to this myself.
— Shuzo Ubukata, Persona 5 Strikers
A precaution, if I was ever captured by the enemy... or couldn't wake from my nightmare. We both know this is the ending I deserve. God be with you, commander. He was never with me...
— Gavin Archer, Mass Effect 3
"I did my best. I know uh... it doesn't seem like it, but I- I really did. I uh... hope you believe me. I tried and tried and tried, and no- nothing ever worked, and you all hate me. Maybe... Maybe I deserved it. I always, always tried."
—Threat Echo - Alex, Receiver 2
Angela: James, give me back that knife.
James: No. I... I won't.
Angela: Saving it for yourself?
James: No. I... I won't.
Angela: Saving it for yourself?
"The men stood by the sill, calmly, and waited their turn to jump."
— A Tokyo Exchange secretary during the Yasuda Crisis, The New Order: Last Days of Europe
Web Video/Original
"Well that's about enough life for me for one day. Let me check the time, yeah it's about dat time."
"I can't live in this world anymore! I saw Timon bury himself while crying, I saw Pumbaa cook himself... it's over for me!"
Goku: Wait, you didn't mention Yamcha!
Trunks: Oh, um... I mean, he dies, but... See, after he found out that my mother was pregnant with Vegeta's child, he sort of...
[Cut to Yamcha's body swinging in darkness]
Goku: Dark.
Trunks: Oh, um... I mean, he dies, but... See, after he found out that my mother was pregnant with Vegeta's child, he sort of...
[Cut to Yamcha's body swinging in darkness]
Goku: Dark.
Well, time to kill myself. Can you turn me into stone?
—Rockhoof, My Little Pony: Totally Legit Recap, "A Rockhoof and a Hard Place"
And with that, I will now commit jump-die.
Well, that was idiotic. Off to hang myself. Watch and le--(CRIT)
"And by the way, if Square doesn't add voice overs to Final Fantasy IX, I'm committing suicide. I'd hate that!"
— George Wood from Gaming in the Clinton Years, on Final Fantasy VIII
"Every single day, Dream would come here, and he would erase my progress. He would erase, quite frankly, any will to live, that I used to have. And every day, I'd think maybe it'd get better! May– maybe there'd be hope, that people would show up at the party. Maybe Ghostbur would... would start seeing me again. And every day, a little bit of that hope left. And left. And left. 'Till I broke. This tower... is where I went to kill myself."
— Tommy, Dream SMP
Western Animation
"They ain't gonna get Honey Mustard twice... FUCK YOU, GOOOOOOOOOOODS!!! I've got a date... with oblivion."
— Honey Mustard, Sausage Party
Source uncertain
(These are the ones I couldn't find the source of when I sorted this page into folders.)
For all the things I had witnessed and took part in
This ending is just
This ending is just
— The final lines of Rei's suicide note, Frozen
I tried it five years ago. I was at a neighbor's house and fired a gun at my head. Nothing happened; it seemed empty. I fired it at a wall and put a bullet in it. So a minute later I found some Seconals in a medicine cabinet. I remember watching cartoons and taking the pills one by one. A neighbor lady found me and couldn't wake me up. I couldn't open my eyes or move, but I heard everything. I remember the lady shaking me and saying, "Oh, my God." I remember the ambulance people taking off my clothes and making me throw up. There wasn't any pain. I don't remember having my stomach pumped.
When I woke up it was five days later. A big black lady kept tickling me. "'Bout time you woke up," she said. "I've been tickling you for three days." I thought I was in heaven — it looked like some place in heaven for the misfits. Turned out I was in the basement of a free clinic, a long room with rows of beds with all kinds of teenagers, pregnant girls, suicides, drug addicts. We walked around in gowns, smoking cigarettes and watching TV. The reason I tried was I was angry at my mother, but when she came in she just said, "Why'd you do this — to try to get attention?"
Am I glad I was rescued? Oh yeah. I was so glad I didn't die. It made me realize how much I appreciate myself, because I had a glimpse of what I might have lost. I had some friends and I would've missed them. I didn't have to go home after that. They put me in a foster home. The State made me go to a psychiatrist. I never liked the man. I thought he had more problems than I did. I felt drugged and slow for a couple of years. Every now and then I'd take speed to feel normal. Downers still make me feel speedy. If I had a suicidal friend now I'd ask them, "Why don't you have any alternatives? Could it really be so awful?" That's what I say to myself now.
When I woke up it was five days later. A big black lady kept tickling me. "'Bout time you woke up," she said. "I've been tickling you for three days." I thought I was in heaven — it looked like some place in heaven for the misfits. Turned out I was in the basement of a free clinic, a long room with rows of beds with all kinds of teenagers, pregnant girls, suicides, drug addicts. We walked around in gowns, smoking cigarettes and watching TV. The reason I tried was I was angry at my mother, but when she came in she just said, "Why'd you do this — to try to get attention?"
Am I glad I was rescued? Oh yeah. I was so glad I didn't die. It made me realize how much I appreciate myself, because I had a glimpse of what I might have lost. I had some friends and I would've missed them. I didn't have to go home after that. They put me in a foster home. The State made me go to a psychiatrist. I never liked the man. I thought he had more problems than I did. I felt drugged and slow for a couple of years. Every now and then I'd take speed to feel normal. Downers still make me feel speedy. If I had a suicidal friend now I'd ask them, "Why don't you have any alternatives? Could it really be so awful?" That's what I say to myself now.
— Reflections, could only find this reposter blog
as a reference
as a reference