William Shakespeare Suicide Quotations

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.

Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand.