A Quote by Sara Teasdale on death, peace, silence, and suicide
[Suicide note to her lover who left her.] When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now.
Contributed by: Zaady