#be

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#hearts #beauty

Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! ↗

— Patrick Henry

#liberty #revolution #slavery #death

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say Ave there for me, And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me ↗

— Frederick Weatherly

#death #grief #lyrics #mourning #music

And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #tris #death

No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it’s own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is that one can still live with the force of hatred, feel infuriated that once you are born to another, that kinship lasts through life and death, immutable, unchanging, no matter how great the misdeed or betrayal. Blood cannot be denied, and perhaps that’s why we fight tooth and claw, because we cannot—being only human—put asunder what God has joined together. ↗

— Whitney Otto

#family #fighting #death

Do you think the penis ever gets tired?" Whose? Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again! ↗

— J.D. Robb

#fantasy-in-death #in-death #j-d-robb #nora-roberts #peabody

Repeat one word of what I just said and I'll cheerfully beat you to death, Mike. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#mike-newton #twilight-saga #violence #death

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die. ↗

— John Green

#last-words #remember #death

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#beauty

Most people say that as you get old, you have to give up things. I think you get old because you give up things. ↗

— Theodore F. Green

#get #give #i #i think #most