Death Quote by Mark Twain

“The Victim was a chronic fuck-up. People Like her always seemed to hang out with The Poisonous Cunt. In turn, she kept their self-esteem…

— Irvine Welsh

“She alone was left standing, amid the accumulated riches of her mansion, while a host of men lay stricken at her feet. Like those…

— Emile Zola

“A women... A widow all alone to face the worst hell imagineable after the death of her husband, Stalked by evil at every corner.…

— Alexis Moon

“Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made…

— Émile Zola

“But for reasons she would never be able to articulate to anyone, herself included, she took a few steps more into the despairing darkness…

— Casey Fisher

“She turned of an ashy paleness as cold hatred and desire for revenge took possession of her vindictive soul.”

— Charlotte Dacre

“She lay dying, wrapped in invisible robes of martyrdom, presenting her helplessness and passivity to him like adornments, and his dominant feeling was distaste.”

— Robert Galbraith

“But, imbued from her childhood with a brooding sense of wrong, and an inveterate hatred of a class, opportunity had developed her into a…

— Charles Dickens

“Her carriage bespoke an exquisite misery, a wretchedness so perfect and so absolute that it manifested as dignity, as calm. More than a dark…

— Eleanor Catton

“She was left to beg for mercy only to burn in torment again the next day. She was a weed struggling through cracks of…

— Airicka Phoenix

“I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose,…

— Kelseyleigh Reber

“No one else could share his quandary. His agonies were a mixture of shame, of loss fueled by profoundly rooted fury—solitary burdens he had…

— Tom Baldwin