“Man is equally incapable

of seeing the nothingness

from which he emerges

and the infinity

in which he is engulfed.”

(Blaise Pascal)

Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave
He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
 

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high,
Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
 

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

(Mortality by William Knox)

(tnx Monika)

 

The happy people's pamphlet

Little, considering the gravity of the question,
has been written on the subject of suicide;
it has not been studied.
Perhaps it is a disease that cannot be observed.
Suicide is one effect of a sentiment
which we will call self-esteem, if you will,
to prevent confusion by using the word "honor."
When a man despises himself,
and sees that others despise him,
when real life fails to fulfil his hopes,
then comes the moment when he takes his life,
and thereby does homage to society -
- shorn of his virtues or his splendor,
he does not care to face his fellows.
Among atheists -
- Christians being without the question of suicide -
- among atheists, whatever may be said to the contrary,
none but a base coward can take up a dishonored life.

There are three kinds of suicide -
- the first is only the last and acute stage of a long illness,
and this kind belongs distinctly to pathology;
- the second is the suicide of despair;
- and the third the suicide based on logical argument.
Despair and deductive reasoning are curable;
it is only the pathological suicide that is inevitable.
Not infrequently you find all three causes combined,

what is of course fatal too. 
(Honoré de Balzac, La Comédie humaine )

(art by Ash Sivils)

"I believe in our fate
We don't need to fake
It's all we wanna be
Watch me freak
 
I say we're growing every day
Getting stronger in every way
I'll take you to a place
where we shall find our
Roots bloody roots..." 

(art by DeadlyDesignz) 

"Meritorious horror,

Perspicuous onslaught,

Dehumanized - cannon fodder,.

Killing santised,

Slaughter scantified,

Desentised - to genocide..."

(art by UzhaZZ)

"We now live in a world where

doctors destroy health,
lawyers destroy justice,
universities destroy knowledge,
governments destroy freedom,
the press destroys information,
religion destroys morals,
and our banks
destroy the economy."
(Chris Hedges)

 (art by Pierre-Alain D.) 

"I feel I'm falling apart 'cos I know

I've lost my guardian angel

A fleeting glimpse of your heart losing by

From the start - no return

And things will never be the same..."

"This means out

This is your way out

Do or drown

Do or drown in torpor

Leave no trace

All my files erased

Burn my clothes

Burn my Prada trainers

Let's sleep together

Right now

Relieve the pressure

Somehow

Switch off the future

Right now

Let's leave forever

This is fate

This is your escape

Leave here now

Leave here like it's over

Let's sleep together

Right now

Relieve the pressure

Somehow

Switch off the future

Right now

Let's leave forever..."

(art by freed00m)

“there is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of

the hands of a clock.

 

people so tired

mutilated

either by love or no love.

 

people just are not good to each other

one on one.

 

the rich are not good to the rich

the poor are not good to the poor.

 

we are afraid.

 

our educational system tells us

that we can all be

big-ass winners.

 

it hasn't told us

about the gutters

or the suicides.

 

or the terror of one person

aching in one place

alone

 

untouched

unspoken to

 

watering a plant.”

(Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell)

(art by Nagrobek)