#ate

Fate doesn’t care about family. When the time is up, she nicks at the thread ↗

— Cecilia Robert

#fate #death

Plato argued that good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will always find a way around law. By pretending that procedure will get rid of corruption, we have succeeded only in humiliating honest people and provided a cover of darkness and complexity for the bad people. There is a scandal here, but it's not the result of venal bureaucrats. (1994) p. 99 ↗

— Philip K. Howard

#bureaucrats #conservative #corruption #government #plato

If someone is speaking to you and elevating themselves at the expense of another, consider the source a non-factor; that's keepin' it 'sucka-free'. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#messengers #negative #positive #quotes-to-live-by #death

Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste… ↗

— Angelo Tsanatelis

#dark-fantasy #poetry #the-three-realms #death

Unfortunately, I had a feeling I would never get to my bed as the vacuuming would strike me dead of an aneurysm. Death by Dyson." - Reed ↗

— Kate Brian

#kate-brian #private #death

That's what I love most about writers--they're such lousy actors. ↗

— Vincent H. O'Neil

#directing #mystery #playwriting #theater #writing

Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...? ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

...she knew, with all her heart that running away from the country’s top relationship coach was as good as saying, 'there’s no hope for me, ever'! ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

Well, this is the hardest part to believe; look, you can suspend me if you want to, but it's the God's honest truth. This man Tompkins came all the way down to where I was bending over the body at the foot of the stairs. I straightened up and covered him with my gun. It didn't faze him in the least, he kept moving right on past me toward the street-door. Not quickly, either; as slowly as if he was just going out for a walk. He said, 'It isn't my time yet. You can't do anything to me with that.' ("Speak To Me Of Death") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#fate #death

He knows that there will be days ahead, long, tedious days which have no real beginning or ending, but which run together into night and out of it without changing color, or sound, or meaning. He will lie in his bed feeling the minutes and the hours pass through his body like an endless ribbon of pain because time becomes pain then. Light and darkness become pain; all his senses exist only to receive it, to transmit to his mind again and again, with ceaseless repetition, the simple fact that now he is dying. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#death #malaria #change