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People who die in Detroit and then go to hell probably think they’re in heaven. I know, because I’ve been to Cleveland.
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #detroit #die #heaven #death

Dance, my darling dance! If you dance then death can't catch you! Nothing bad can touch you! Dance! ↗

— Jackie French

#death #life #death

Not to be with the one you love, Laura, the one person you should be spending your life with--it’s like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still here. To have that brief, sweet moment of blankness, before your mind reminds you who you are, and why you are unhappy. It was like hell. A living hell of the heart’s own making. ↗

— Harriet Evans

#love #death

Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation. ↗

— Siobhan Dowd

#death

You are afraid to die?' Yes, everyone is.' But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars when they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structures. ↗

— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

#vampires #death

The Lord did not create suffering. Pain and death came into the world with the fall of man. But after man had chosen suffering in preference to the joys of union with God, the Lord turned suffering itself into a way by which man could come to the perfect knowledge of God. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#suffering #death

He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#sleep #somnambulists #trance #death

Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God? ↗

— Yann Martel

#god #human-suffering #death

If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#death

It wasn't his, it wasn't my fault, we both had nothing except patience, but Death has none. I saw him come (how meanly!) and I watched him as he took and took: none of it I could claim as mine. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#death