“And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.”

O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.

From a private gentlewoman you have made me first a marchioness, then a queen; and, as you can raise me no higher in the world, you are now sending me to be a saint in Heaven.

King has absolute power. And what he has given he can taken away.

Remember me when you do pray that hope doth lead from day to day.

If it ever lay in my power, I will work the Cardinal as much displeasure as he has done to me.

The executioner is, I believe, very expert; and my neck is very slender.

The king has been very good to me. He promoted me from a simple maid to be a marchioness. Then he raised me to be a queen. Now he will raise me to be a martyr.

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

If any person should meddle with my cause, I require them to judge the best’.

To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul.

Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.

From the Leaves, and Downs, and Beards of Plants, we come at last to the Seeds; and here indeed seems to be the Cabinet of Nature, wherein are laid up its Jewels.”

The chilly morning breeze wakes me this whiff of fall is so welcoming, my soul craves the changing leaves along with the toasty seasonal drinks while I am wrapped in my blanket basking in warm, sweet dreams.

People leave because staying requires effort.

The hardest part of leaving is to make it look so easy… isn’t that the unfortunate fuckin truth.

I leave before being left. I decide.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless.

Being famous used to just defeat me. I wouldn’t leave my house because I was worried about someone being like, ‘Oh, are you Mac Miller?’ and then the rest of the night I couldn’t be myself.