#ale

it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#chances #lena #longing-for-death #requiem #death

Fully inhale your dream and completely exhale manifestation of it. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#exhale #goals #inhale #manifestation #quotes

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time / I have been half in love with easeful Death... ↗

— John Keats

#death

We're all dead the moment we're born. Just, some of us get there faster than others. ↗

— Alex Scarrow

#death #eternal-war #life #death

Weave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#ghosts #love #paranormal #paranormal-fiction #paranormal-romance

Never thought I'd see the day when Death was denied. That leaves taxes as the only certainty. ↗

— Piers Anthony

#on-a-pale-horse #death

Which natural gift would you most like to possess? The ability to master other languages (which would have hugely enhanced the scope of these answers). How would you like to die? Fully conscious, and either fighting or reciting (or fooling around). What do you most dislike about your appearance? The way in which it makes former admirers search for neutral words. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#death #languages #polyglots #questionnaires #talents

From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#kaleidoscope #death

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death. ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #beauty-in-literature #beauty-in-nature #bed #death

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life is, of course, a wonderful thing, but not on this day of all days. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #cale #care #day #dead