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“SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose, when, where and how to die.”
“SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose; when, where and how to die.”
“SUICIDE...Is to have the freedom to choose; when, where and how to die. John Zea”
“I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!”
“Many people will tell that it is not for a man to cry, but they may not know how is to feel your head empty and only tears will come out to stand up for you.”
“To keep a warm heart in a cold world is the real victory.”
“Then -- they saw the Groke. Everybody saw her. She sat motionless on the sandy path at the bottom of the steps and stared at them with round, expressionless eyes.She was not particularly big and di...”
“For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality...”
“They're so cold, these scholars!May lightning strike their foodso that their mouths learn howto eat fire!”
“Coldness in everything. It comes from a long way off; it gets into everything. One must get out of the way before it reaches the core. If it does that, one won't feel even the coldness any more. Do...”
“Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.”
“Even though it's dark and cold there is always a shade of light.”
“I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.”
“To keep a warm heart in winter is the real victory.”
“I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, ...”
“The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, w...”
“He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”
“Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came fromthis sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.”
“Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?”
“A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.”
