#ai

The Simple Path Silence is Prayer Prayer is Faith Faith is Love Love is Service The Fruit of Service is Peace ↗

— Mother Teresa

#love #mother #path #peace #prayer

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#faith #orthodoxy #theology #faith

Now, faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:1, NIV) ↗

— Anonymous

#hope #faith

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end. ↗

— László Krasznahorkai

#despair #warnings #death

Ich werde stehen und warten. Ich werde müde werden. Ich werde nicht einschlafen. Ich werde sterben. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#existence #sleep #waiting #death

But I know too that if we ever make a world without shadow, if the chemists and scientists and psychologists succeed in abolishing fear, pain, loneliness, death, some of us will find life so intolerable we will probably blow out our brains out of sheer boredom. ↗

— MacDonald Harris

#darkness #pain #death

Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth. ↗

— Svetlana Alexievich

#fairness #justice #death

There were things out there in the world, things that vampires feared, and now those things were here. She was only seconds out of a very light, fitful sleep, but she knew that the nightmares had followed her effortlessly right into the real world. The draug. They weren’t vampires; they were something else, something that moved through water, formed out of it, dragged vampires down to a slow and awful death. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#death

The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#death

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#child #death #job #death