38 Quotes by Franz Wright

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn't prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

If only I could tell someone.The humiliation I go throughwhen I think of my pastcan only be described as grace.We are created by being destroyed.

That insane asshole is deadI drowned himand he’s not coming back. Lookhe has a new lifea new namenowwhich no one knows exceptthe one who gave it.

Thank You for letting me live for a little as one of thesane; thank You for letting me know what this islike. Thank You for letting me look at your frighteningblue sky without fear, and your terrible world withoutterror, and your loveless psychotic and hopelesslylost with this love

I am in no way different from anyone else, that my predicament, my sense of aloneness or isolation may be precisely what unites me with everyone.

What I myself experience is indescribable gratitude in the face of God's perpetual and preemptive love, a love which is not contingent upon requital or even belief in His existence.