Death Quote by Alice Jamieson

“I became my grief. I wept in advance for all the things that would happen, the unimaginable things beyond the horizon of all the…

— Ben Okri

“I woke up last night, with a strange tingling in my stomach, and a warm bubbling in my throat. My fingers lingered on the…

— Rana Mohamad

“I primarily use poetry as a purge, a self-medication device when I’m in the depths of loneliness, anxiety or in the throes of depression.…

— Nicholas Trandahl

“When I thought of myself, of the feelings I had, of the things I thought I understood so well, I imagined myself somehow abstractly,…

— Gaito Gazdanov

“I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been…

— Sylvia Plath

“The Poet Asks His Love to Write" Visceral love, living death, in vain, I wait your written word, and consider, with the flower that…

— Federico García Lorca

“I was dying, of course, but then we all are. Every day, in perfect increments, I was dying of loss. The only help for…

— Meg Rosoff

“Sometimes my mind goes dark, and every single part of my life goes dark with it. Any happiness I thought I knew gets replaced…

— Scott Stabile

“Night, the time I can stop worrying about my life and drift off into the abyss, free from conscious thought. It is my only…

— Jaime Guerard

“Tonight, after a day full of bad vibrations and thick, dark energy swirling its negative spiral throughout my world, affecting those around me –…

— Heather Anne Talpa

“Now I become myself. It's taken Time, may years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people's faces, Run madly, as…

— May Sarton

The deep-feeling poet is he who, while doing his works, abandons the body, gets inspired by the words of the heart and writes them…

— Jean-Paul Malfatti