The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy. 'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?

But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.

Suicide to them is an act of selfishness. Someone who is truly selfless does not think of himself often enough to desire death.