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Sólo yo entiendo lo lejos que está el cielo de nosotros; pero conozco cómo acortar las veredas. Todo consiste en morir, Dios mediante, cuando uno quiera y no cuando Él lo disponga. O, si tú quieres, forzarlo a disponer antes de tiempo. ↗

— Juan Rulfo

#death

I have no use for your body, for within its youth lies a rotten wench already deceased. ↗

— Keisha Keenleyside

#death #fantasy #horror #my-next-novel-quote-one #sex

Because that was the problem, really, wasn’t it, with being human? You couldn’t just be, couldn’t just live and exist without dragging your feet through the mud. You had to communicate, congregate, collaborate, cohabiate. You had to corroborate. Copulate. You had to co-this, co-that, co—bloody-everything, and if you weren’t co-operating you were operating with the co, which was a declaration less of independence than of relativity. You could only really exist in relation to others. ↗

— Deborah Copaken Kogan

#communication

The only way to find out if you're immortal is to make it to the end of time and look around to see if you're still alive. Until you've done that, all you know is that you haven't died yet. ↗

— John Patrick Lowrie

#immortality #death

If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper might have used the word massive, as if a mountain range had opened inside her, but instead it used the word suddenly, a light coming on in an empty room. The telephone fell from my shoulder, a black parrot repeating something happened, something awful a sunday, dusky. If it had been terminal, we could have cradled her as she grew smaller, wiped her mouth, said good-bye. But it was sudden, how overnight we could be orphaned & the world became a bell we'd crawl inside & the ringing all we'd eat. ↗

— Nick Flynn

#dying #death

And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#truth #death

O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time... ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#drug-craze #transgression #death

And who ever said the world was fair, little lady? Maybe death is fair, but certainly not life. We must accept the unfairness as proof of the sublime flux of existence, the capricious music of the universe- and go on about our tasks ↗

— Tom Robbins

#existence #fairness #life #universe #death

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight waiting for the hint of a spark ↗

— Death Cab for Cutie

#death

Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#death