The epic story of tomorrow can’t be written if it ends today.

When you are tempted to give up, your breakthrough is probably just around the corner.

Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.

It isn’t weak to ask for help. It’s like using a flashlight when you’re lost in the dark.

Suicide may be a choice, but not as much as it is expected when everything else fails.

Soak up the views. Take in the bad weather and the good weather. You are not the storm.

It’s better to have a gay life of it than to commit suicide.

When you don’t have the strength to take another step, ask those you love to pull you.

Don’t give up. You’ve still got a couple of people to prove wrong.

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won’t.

Think of all the beauty that’s still left in and around you and be happy!

No one ever committed suicide while reading a good book, but many have tried while trying to write one.

This life. This night. Your story. Your pain. Your hope. It matters. All of it matters.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn’t had an audience, and lines to speak?

They can’t rescue you if they don’t know you need it. Ask for help to fight another day.

The most beautiful rocks are those that have weathered the storm.

Never let a stumble in the road be the end of the journey.

I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don’t know what happens next, afterward.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.