#at

Life ... is a burden. The day about to begin is an oppressive weight.... The erect penis is heavy, even heavier the hanging one. Even the most tender breast has to be dragged along. ↗

— Jean Améry

#death

If I go back home to Wittenberg, I'll lie down in a coffin and give the maggots a fat doctor to eat. ↗

— Martin Luther

#death #funny #death

You never know, until it happens, what you will owe the dead. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#dying #gesture #death

Streams of conscious ‘knowing’ flows like the Nile when one is open from within. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#t-f-hodge #death

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya. ↗

— Ron Swan

#revolutionary-war #death

She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side and it ruined him forever. It broke him as he had not ever imagined he could have been broken. He would never again be young, or able to remember what it was like to be young. What he had once taken to be pleasures would appear to him in his defeat as hideous and deserved punishments for reckless vanity. ↗

— Mark Helprin

#love #death

What attention would death pay to his pathetic voice? He was powerless without her. ↗

— Ted Dekker and Tosca Lee

#death-of-a-loved-one #death

She told me once there is a part of her in everyone, though Neil believes I'm more Delirium than Tori, and Death taught me to accept that, you know, wear your butterflies with pride. ↗

— Tori Amos

#tori-amos #death

That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea--both of us calm--and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into my Life Work....when death--black waves!--no longer courts me and I can smile, constantly, at everything because, my bones, there will be so little of myself left to give it. ↗

— Juan Ramón Jiménez

#life-work #nature-writing #poetry #death

...he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss... ↗

— Henry James

#death