The possibility of killing one's self is a safety valve. Having it, man has no right to say life is unbearable.
Leo TolstoyHere I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.
Leo TolstoyAlways the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.
Leo TolstoyMorning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?
Leo Tolstoy