#bs

Le suicide est une solution à l'absurde. ↗

— Albert Camus

#death #suicide #death

It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would be free. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#death #freedom #death

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters. ↗

— Toba Beta

#creation #death #life #secret #truth

Kernel grins. “To the death, Master Grady?” “To the death, Master Fleck,” I grin back. Then we both say together, “But not ours! ↗

— Darren Shan

#kernel-fleck #death

Image is only temporal. Substance endures. Who said, "Image is everything"? And who believed it? ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#endurance #image #quotes #substabce #death

Perhaps this is the purpose of detective investigations, real and fictional -- to transform sensation, horror and grief into a puzzle, and then to solve the puzzle, to make it go away. 'The detective story,' observed Raymond Chandler in 1949, 'is a tragedy with a happy ending.' A storybook detective starts by confronting us with a murder and ends by absolving us of it. He clears us of guilt. He relieves us of uncertainty. He removes us from the presence of death. ↗

— Kate Summerscale

#crime #detective-stories #detectives #investigations #mysteries

Her past anguish. How do I know that all her anguish is past? I never believed before-I though it immensely improbable- that the faithfulest soul could leap straight into perfection and peace the moment death has rattled in the throat. It would be wishful thinking with a vengeance to take up that belief now. H.was a splendid thing; a soul straight, bright, and tempered like a sword. But not a perfected saint. A sinful woman married to a sinful man; two of God's patients, not yer cured. I know there are not only tears to be dried but stains to be scoured. The sword will be made even brighter. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#life-after-death #death

It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#cemetery #death #lyonesse #tombstones #wrocław

All the deaths are dead for nothing but you're not dead at all. ↗

— Daniel Handler

#death

From across the woods, as if by common accord, birds left their trees and darted upward. I joined them, flew amount them, they did not recognize me as something apart from them, and I was happy, so happy, because for the first time in years, and forevermore, I had not killed, and never would. ↗

— George Saunders

#death #dying #happiness #death