I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away. - Emil Cioran

When you get over an infatuation, to fall for someone ever again seems so inconceivable that you imagine no one, not even a bug, that is not mired in disappointment.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

The terrifying experience and obsession of death, when preserved in consciousness, becomes ruinous. If you talk about death, you save part of yourself. But at the same time, something of your real self dies, because objectified meanings lose the actuality they have in consciousness.