#ang

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#death #death-angel #footprints #gravestone #death

Change is happening and old structures are falling in the form of a "Death of a Thousand Cuts." In other words one grand act is not occuring but a multitude of small expressions on the part of individuals, both slowly and swiftly taking the place of heirarchy and history. ↗

— William Gibson

#end-of-hierarchy #expression #change

The moment of change is usually not dazzling. It is a quiet, internal choice. No one can see it, but your life will never be the same again. ↗

— Simon Boylan

#inspirational #motivation #motivational #truth #wisdom

Love is not black and white. It’s not even gray. Love is every shade of color in the spectrum, changing with every ray of light given and stolen. ↗

— Cassia Leo

#change

Justice will prevail! ↗

— Tsugumi Ohba

#death #fiction #humor #justice #l

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #legacy #soul #change

Hermione, will you please —” “Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter!” she screeched. “Don’t you dare! Give it back now! And YOU!” She was pointing at Ron in dire accusation: It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing. ↗

— Anderson Cooper

#danger #death #death

Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve got a daughter, you see. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

I felt despair. The word’s overused and banalified now, despair, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. For me it denotes a simple admixture — a weird yearning for death combined with a crushing sense of my own smallness and futility that presents as a fear of death. It’s maybe close to what people call dread or angst. But it’s not these things, quite. It’s more like wanting to die in order to escape the unbearable feeling of becoming aware that I’m small and weak and selfish and going without any doubt at all to die. It’s wanting to jump overboard. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#banality #death #despair #dread #ennui