- Mar 21, 2018
"Suicide, far from denying the will, affirms it energetically. For the denial does not consist in abhorring pain, but the joys of life. The suicidal loves life; the only thing that happens is that he does not accept the conditions in which it is offered. "
I've read this before and disagree with him. You can commit suicide as an act of renouncing life for reasons other than depression or disliking the conditions. There's no existence I would prefer to there never having existed anything at all. Happiness is a drug that keeps you bound to life, akin to an addiction.
Very good and deep is the thought: "Nobody would accept life as a gift if they could decide." Seneca was the one who said it and I am in agreement with him. Imagine a pre existent soul, in all it's tranquility, Which is informed of what the life of man entails and the evils to which they are subject it would refuse to enter a body.
- Giacomo Casanova, Dialogues sur le suicide
How is it that in no epoch of history, in no place on earth, a sect of wise men has been formed with the aim of making human life die out in the face of the cruelty of its evils? Why is it that this end of mankind by abstention from procreation has not been preached? – Or, for the more hasty, by exploring and inventing in public chemistry laboratories possibilities for the most gentle suicide, where a combination of exhilarating gases would be taught that made a bout of laughter out of the transition from being to nonbeing?
- Edmond de Goncourt
Best by far not to be born, and not to come up against these rocks of life, but, if you are born, is it next best to escape as it were from fire of fortune as quickly as possible.
- Cicero, Consolation, 45 BC
And our very being what a mistake, what an injury to have adjoined it to existence, when we might have persevered, intact, in the virtual, the invulnerable! No-one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if ever there was one. Yet it is with the hope of being cured of it some day that we accept life and endure its ordeals. The years pass, the wound remains.
- Emil Cioran