| Author |
Quotes |
| Daniel Webster | There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession. |
| George Darley | Fool! I mean not That poor-souled piece of heroism, self-slaughter; Oh no! the miserablest day we live There's many a better thing to do than die! |
| John Bright | The beasts had committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter. |
| Nathaniel Lee | While foulest fiends shun thy society. |
| Philip Massinger | If you like not hanging, drown yourself; Take some course for your reputation. |
| Robert Blair | The common damn'd shun their society. |
| Robert Blair | But if there be an hereafter, And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man, Then must it be an awful thing to die; More horrid yet to die by one's own hand. |
| Robert Blair | Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:--this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission. |
| Edward Young | Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . . . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialhtm | When Fannius from his foe did fly Himself with his own hands he slew, Who e'er a greater madness knew? Life to destroy for fear to die. |
| William Shakespeare | Bravest at the last, She levelled at our purposes, and being royal, Took her own way. |
| William Shakespeare | Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand. |
| William Shakespeare | For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? |
| William Shakespeare | And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen. |
| William Shakespeare | Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. |
| William Shakespeare | You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me, Let not my worser spirit tempt me again To die before you please. |
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