Anna Porphrogenita Quotes

Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the dead, whom I had failed.

I am about to die, God calls me... I have scarcely strength enough to support the last days that remain of my miserable life... I see no salvation for the country. I believe everything is lost forever. If there were a single sacrifice I could make - my life, my happiness or my honour – believe me, I would not hesitate; but I am convinced the sacrifice would be useless. Since I am unable to secure the happiness of my country, I refuse to rule it. Further, the tyrants have taken my native land from me and therefore I have no longer any country for which to make a sacrifice

When the calamity we feared is already arrived, or when the expectation of it is so certain as to shut out hope, there seems to be a principle within us by which we look with misanthropic composure on the state to which we are reduced, and the heart sullenly contracts and accommodates itself to what it most abhorred.

Please don't set me free Death means a lot me

What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

For a long time, I have hoped for better days, but alas, today it is necessary for me to lose all hope. My poor wife suffers more and more. I do not think it is possible to be any weaker.

Despair and die. The ghosts

Let us imagine a number of men in chains and all condemned to death, where some are killed each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of man.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

I wish I could lay down beside her and die too.

You'll be glad too, when the end comes.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

As I now feel, I would wish to be borne off anywhere out of this world.

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple. And I think it's not that uncommon.

I'm constantly tortured, and that's why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies.

Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.

I sleep in peace, even if only in the company of lice, behind bars. The same could not be said of my incarcerators though they sleep in warm beds, next to their wives, in their homes.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?