Ophelia Suicidal Quotes

Now, I did know a certain young lady of the 'romantic' generation of not so long ago who, after being mysteriously in love for several years with a certain gentleman whom she could have married at any time without the least difficulty, suddenly broke off their relationship, inventing for herself all manner of insurmountable obstacles, and one stormy night plunged from a high, precipitous cliff into a fairly deep and fast-flowing river, where she perished from her own caprice solely through her attempt to imitate Shakespeare's Ophelia, for, had the precipice, which she had long before singled out and been compulsively drawn to, been less picturesque, and had there been only a prosaically flat bank in its stead, perhaps there would have been no suicide at all.

Othello, Ophelia and Timon have not committed suicide. Iago, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and the society respectively drive them mad and ultimately murder them by using ‘words’ only!

Give me leave. Here lies the water - good. Here stands the man - good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will he nill he, he goes, mark you that. But if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.

I knew a young lady of the last “romantic” generation who after some years of an enigmatic passion for a gentleman, whom she might quite easily have married at any moment, invented insuperable obstacles to their union, and ended by throwing herself one stormy night into a rather deep and rapid river from a high bank, almost a precipice, and so perished, entirely to satisfy her own caprice, and to be like Shakespeare’s Ophelia. Indeed, if this precipice, a chosen and favourite spot of hers, had been less picturesque, if there had been a prosaic flat bank in its place, most likely the suicide would never have taken place.

But then, I once knew a young lady still of the last “romantic” generation who, after several years of enigmatic love for a certain gentleman, whom, by the way, she could have married quite easily at any moment, ended up, after inventing all sorts of insurmountable obstacles, by throwing herself on a stormy night into a rather deep and swift river from a high bank somewhat resembling a cliff, and perished there decidedly by her own caprice, only because she wanted to be like Shakespeare’s Ophelia. Even then, if the cliff, chosen and cherished from long ago, had not been so picturesque, if it had been merely a flat, prosaic bank, the suicide might not have taken place at all. This is a true fact, and one can assume that in our Russian life of the past two or three generations there have been not a few similar facts.

I have personally spoken to loved ones on the other side about the process of dying through the song oracle. My Mom sent me a song that described her initial process of dying that gives me chills to this day. On the day a beloved family member tragically passed away by suicide, I sought answers by using the song oracle system. Astonishingly, shortly after learning of her passing, the system conveyed two songs that directly addressed the act of taking your own life. Through ongoing experiments with the song oracle, I have fervently tested my hypotheses about using songs to connect beyond the veil, consistently encountering remarkable revelations.

I have personally spoken to loved ones on the other side about the process of dying through the song oracle. My Mom sent me a song that described her initial process of dying that gives me chills to this day. On the day a beloved family member tragically passed away by suicide, I sought answers by using the song oracle system. Astonishingly, shortly after learning of her passing, the system conveyed two songs that directly addressed the act of taking your own life. Through ongoing experiments with the song oracle, I have fervently tested my hypotheses about using songs to connect beyond the veil, consistently encountering remarkable revelations.

Few crimes were considered more scurrilous than suicide, as in Sonnet 66 (“ Tired with all these, for restful death I cry”), as in: Cassius, Brutus, Portia, Romeo, Juliet, Othello, Ophelia, Lady Macbeth, Mark Antony, Cleopatra, Charmian, Goneril, and Eros. During Shakespeare’s life, suicide was considered an act of murder against God, Nature, and King, a trinity of stigmas so severe that even a nobleman who offed himself would have his assets seized. Only one man in England had a samurai approach to the art of self-destruction, and that was Shakespeare himself, who seemed to admire it under certain circumstances.

The ‘words’ are so powerful that anyone can drive others mad by using them cunningly. If someone commits suicide after being so hurt by someone else’s words, then it does not remain ‘suicide’ and turns into a ‘murder’!

As a mother and a therapist, I struggled to make sense of what I was observing. My friends and I had unleashed our share of adolescent angst yet, for the most part, we didn't develop eating disorders, threaten suicide, cut ourselves or run away from home. Why were girls having more trouble in the 1990s?

In the 1990s, my office was swamped with girls with serious, even life-threatening problems such as anorexia or the desire to harm themselves. Others had problems that ranged from refusing to go to school, to intentionally underachieving, to constantly provoking fights with their parents. These kind of issues were less dangerous than suicide threats, but more puzzling.