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...Love, my lads! And above all, love pretty, charming girls; they are the remedy for evil, they give a sweet smell to rottenness, they exchange life for death...Love, my lads! ↗

— Machado de Assis

#death

I'd suffered many losses in recent years after my father mother uncle aunt and cousin had all passed away. In her final years my mother often lamented that there was no one alive who had known her as a girl and I was starting to understand how spooked she'd felt. I wasn't sure I could take any more abandonments. One succumbs so easily to mind spasms, worry spasms. [p. 95] ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#death

The wedding was in Monterey, a sombre boding ceremony in a little Protestant chapel. The church had so often seen two ripe bodies die by the process of marriage that it seemed to celebrate a mystic double death with its ritual. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#death

Funerals aren't scheduled. ↗

— Benjamin J. Carey

#death #destiny #dying #funerals #life

Ali sada shvaćam da je umrijeti lako. Teško je živjeti. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#death

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss. ↗

— Robert J. Wiersema

#death #grief #loss #death

The back door of every tomb opens on a hilltop. ↗

— George MacDonald

#death #faith #immortality #death

Dead men cannot take effective action; their power of influence on others lasts only till the grave. Deeds and actions that energise others belong only to the living. Well, then, look at the facts in this case. The Saviour is working mightily among men, every day He is invisibly persuading numbers of people all over the world, both within and beyond the Greek-speaking world, to accept His faith and be obedient to His teaching. Can anyone, in face of this, still doubt that He has risen and lives, or rather that He is Himself the Life? Does a dead man prick the consciences of men...? ↗

— St. Athanasius of Alexandria

#death #faith #incarnation #jesus #life

The moment a woman realizes that she has nothing to live for - neither love, duty, purpose nor hope - holds for her the bitterness of death. ↗

— L. M. Montgonery

#reality #death

You can grieve for me the week before I die, if I’m scared and hurting, but when I gasp that last fleeting breath and my immortal soul flees to heaven, I’m going to be jumping over fire hydrants down the golden streets, and my biggest concern, if I have any, will be my wife back here grieving. When I die, I will be identified with Christ’s exaltation. But right now, I’m identified with His affliction. ↗

— R.C. Sproul

#gospel #heaven #death