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Probably not what you have in mind, Jet. But since I like Harriet, here's a shot:
"Yes Eliza, it's all misery, misery, misery! My life is bitter as wormwood; the very life is burning out of me. I'm a poor, miserable, forlorn drudge; I shall only drag you down with me, that's all. What's the use of our trying to do anything, trying to know anything, trying to be anything? What's the use of living? I wish I was dead!"
- Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin, Ch. 2
I also like Emily Dickenson but she probably didn't say that.
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