#at

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.] ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#travel #death

More than a hygenic method of disposing of the dead, cremation enabled lovers and comrades to be mingled together for eternity: The ashes of Domitian were mingled with those of Julia; of Achilles with those of Patroclus; All Urnes contained not single ashes; Without confused burnings they affectionately compounded their bones; passionately endeavouring to continue their living Unions. And when distance of death denied such conjunctions, unsatisfied affections concieved some satisfaction to be neighbours in the grave, to lye Urne by Urne, and touch but in their names. ↗

— Catharine Arnold

#death #urns #death

He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. “Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?” he said. “No,” she said. “You can tell me about it when we survive.” She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#death

You’re right about something else,” he said, his voice ragged. “I’m scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you’ll own me, and I’ll have nothing left to fight with. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#death

Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a share in death? ↗

— Titus Lucretius Carus

#lucretius #mind #philosophy #spirit #death

Who said, 'All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken'? --- That's what I said. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#life #time #death

I didn't just hear music. It seemed as if I were part of the music. ↗

— Don Piper

#unity #worship #death

Though I drive in the valley of the shadow of death I fear no hijackers, but another fuel increase. ↗

— Niq Mhlongo

#johannesburg #south-africa #death

There are three certainties in a writer's life: death, taxes, and rejection letters. ↗

— T.L. Rese

#rejection #writing-life #death

Ich schwieg und dachte daran, was für ein Aschenputteldasein sieh geführt hatte, bis Mr. Wopsles Großtante endlich die schlechte Gewohnheit aufgab zu leben, die manche Menschen besser ablegen sollten. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#german #death