They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice… that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown Clean favored and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said Good Morning and he glittered when he walked. And he was richyes richer than a king And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked and waited for the light And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory one calm summer night Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Suicide is mans way of telling God You cant fire me – I quit.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice… that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
My husband and I didnt sign a prenuptial agreement. We signed a mutual suicide pact.
Every man has a right to his opinion but no man has a right to be wrong in his facts.
Nobody ever committed suicide while reading a good book but many have while trying to write one.
I?m desperately trying to figure out why kamikaze pilots wore helmets.
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.
Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away…. A man should wait and not take his own life until God summons hiom.
Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown Clean favored and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said Good Morning and he glittered when he walked. And he was richyes richer than a king And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked and waited for the light And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory one calm summer night Went home and put a bullet through his head.