Wanted To Die Quotes

I loved music, but I found myself at the point where I wanted to die. I didn’t care about life.

Music makes us want to live. You don’t know how many times people have told me that they’d been down and depressed and just wanted to die. But then a special song caught their ear and that helped give them renewed strength. That’s the power music has.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there.

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

A thousand times, when the train slowed or stopped, I thought of jumping off. I wanted to die in a ditch. I wanted to disappear. I wanted a different history and geography. In rhythm with the wheels I said I want I want I want I want I stayed on the train.

I love you,” he said, his voice catching. “When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

Son, are you happy? I don’t mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.

Starlets were always turning up dead in people’s pools. They fished them out like goldfish. Nobody seemed to find it unusual that so many young, beautiful women wanted to die.

I’m taking a break from music… everyone was so mean about it and it was so hard that I wanted to die.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

I thought that jealousy was an idea. It isn’t. It’s a pain. But I didn’t feel as they do in a Broadway melodrama. I didn’t want to kill anybody. I just wanted to die.

I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.

I wanted to die; I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.