One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot. – Francis H. Bradley

Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me. – G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility. – E. M. Cioran