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It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations. ↗

— John Green

#death #last-words #death

I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole. Some will never again love with that level of abandon where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#lost-love #love-and-loss #change

You can never be really sure of how much you believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life or death to you. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#christianity #death

[The witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#witch #death

If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#death

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#glitch #death

What you do teaches faster, and has a lasting impression, far beyond what you say. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#impressions #quotes #speaking #teach #teaching

Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams. From childhood's grave sprang a young woman, jaded before her years, who knew that beasts could wear the skins of men, and that evil could exist in sunlight, as well as darkness. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#change #dark #depression #fairy-tales #life

After I lie there for a while, I realize that Dad isn't every going to do anything but be there to drive us home from the airport. And cook. And if I want something bigger to change, it's up to me. I'm scared shitless, yes. I'm doubtful, yes. But I'm angry. Angry that I am doing this because Dad can't. But then I sniff breakfast, and I know that Dad is doing what he can. ↗

— A.S. King

#change

When I found him lying in the ditch holding a shovel, I thought he was sleeping on the job. Turns out he was being even lazier, and he was in fact dead. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #ditch #find #found #job