#at

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#fleeting-life #death

What time is it in New York?" He shook his head. "An hour later than it is here. The earth simply has to revolve, Eve, however annoying it is for you." "It can revolve all it wants. I just don't see why people can't settle on the same time. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humor #roarke #death

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#death

Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#humor #life-and-death #death

Last reason for reading horror: it’s a rehearsal for death. It’s a way to get ready. People say there’s nothing sure but death and taxes. But that’s not really true. There’s really only death, you know. Death is the biggie. Two hundred years from now, none of us are going to be here. We’re all going to be someplace else. Maybe a better place, maybe a worse place; it may be sort of like New Jersey, but someplace else. The same thing can be said of rabbits and mice and dogs, but we’re in a very uncomfortable position: we’re the only creatures—at least as far as we know, though it may be true of dolphins and whales and a few other mammals that have very big brains—who are able to contemplate our own end. We know it’s going to happen. The electric train goes around and around and it goes under and around the tunnels and over the scenic mountains, but in the end it always goes off the end of the table. Crash. ↗

— Stephen King

#horror #reading #death

In my kind of falling, there’s no landing. There’s only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you’re falling, it’s the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends. ↗

— John Green

#death

I want to keep you, till the end of days. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#fiction #mystery #death

...and your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#ron-weasley #death

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them. ↗

— Arthur Schnitzler

#memory #death

Illium says that perhaps I can use them to flutter someone to death. - Aodhan to Jason, Archangel's Storm ↗

— Nalini Singh

#butterflies #illium #death