Wanting To Die Quotes by Alan Ball, Douglas Adams, Agatha Christie, Frank Langella, Michael Landon, Nina Simone and many others.
As a culture, we are not comfortable with mortality. We do not accept it the way other cultures do. We cling to youth, and we don’t want to die. It’s like, ‘Well, too bad, we do.’
I don’t want to die now!” he yelled. “I’ve still got a headache! I don’t want to go to heaven with a headache, I’d be all cross and wouldn’t enjoy it!
The point is that one’s got an instinct to live. One doesn’t live because one’s reason assents to living. People who, as we say, ‘would be better dead’ don’t want to die! People who apparently have everything to live for just let themselves fade out of life because they haven’t got the energy to fight.
There is a thing called the death wish, a literal thing. It doesn’t mean you want to die. It just means however we’re built, as we get into these years, some inner part of you does begin to accept the fact that you’re heading towards the end, and there’s a peace that comes with that.
Whatever you want to do, do it now. There are only so many tomorrows.
That is why we fly from the inner void, since God might steal into it. It is not the pursuit of pleasure and the aversion for effort which causes sin, but fear of God. We know that we cannot see him face to face without dying, and we do not want to die.
Most people don’t want to die, but they don’t want to live either. I am speaking about men now as much as women. They look for a third way, but there is no third way.
I don’t want to die but I ain’t keen on living either
People say ‘I don’t want to die alone!’ But you know what, honestly? I don’t want to die with a bunch of people looking at me.
I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you’re supposed to die. Where it’s all about sacrifice. But I don’t want to die. I don’t want Stephen to die. I’m looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.
The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.
I want to die, stripped, by myself, of all fantasies. That’s the goal. I want to feel what is real, at the end, and only what is real. Grip fiercely with my eyes all that is around me–the people of my intimate life, the objects in the room, without the evasions of fantasies.
I don’t belong. Not here. Not now. I have to get back there. The bet was rigged, he made me believe. Now there’s darkness in my soul. I want to die . . . again. But I choose to come back, why?
I want to die on my own terms.
A stray dog, I might understand,” she said. “But this? You are too softhearted.” No, Mabry,” Ravus said. “I am not.” He looked in Val’s direction. “I think she wants to die.” Maybe you can help her after all,” Mabry said. “You’re good at helping people die.
A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they’ve all let him down.
I think about death. I don’t want to die with clothes in the cleaners.