But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyOh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley