#cold

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living. ↗

— Rebecca James

#death #depression #empty #nothingness #sad

Sušalti? Ar galima sušalti, kai tavo širdyje liepsnoja saulė? Tą vakarą dangus man atrodė kaip didelis medis, išskleidęs savo šakas nuo vakarų iki rytų, kaip didžiulis jazmino medis, kuris ramiai ošdamas barstė ant mūsų savo baltus žiedus. ↗

— Reşat Nuri Güntekin

#beauty

My father used to tease me at the table by implying that “cold Claire” had brought in the draft. I had three older sisters, all beautiful, and I was always less affected than them, slow to smile. I remember finding it extremely hard to open presents as a child because the requisite theatricality was too exhausting. My sisters forever humiliated me over a moment in fifth grade when I’d opened a present from my grandmother and declared, straight-faced, “I already have this. ↗

— Marina Keegan

#beauty

I'm a schoolteacher. That's even worse than being an intellectual. Schoolteachers are not only comic, they're often cold and hungry in this richest land on earth. ↗

— Joseph L. Mankiewicz

#cold #comic #earth #even #even worse

Ice is for death and endings. ↗

— Guy Gavriel Kay

#disrespect #indifference #death

In dreams you can become everything you're not. You can reverse the most fundamental truths of your life. You can taste death, the ultimate opposite. ↗

— Robin Wasserman

#lia-kahn #shattered #death

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#death #forever #night #death

Listen, my father had written. Listen to hear if they are telling the truth or only part of the truth, for that is the lesson of history: that the victors tell the tale of their triumph in a manner to grant accolades to themselves and heap blame upon their rivals. Ask yourself if part of the story is being withheld by design or ignorance. ↗

— Kate Elliott

#history #design

I was happy in the dream; but when I woke up it was with a feeling that I was falling apart, that I was cracking up from the inside and slowly falling to pieces. My heart was jumping and grating like a cold engine that doesn't want to start. My skin was crawling, and I couldn't manage a single clear thought. It was as if all my thoughts were crushed to bits just as they began to take shape. I didn't get much done that day. ↗

— Ninni Holmqvist

#dream #engine #heart #waking #dreams

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#awake #children #cold-window #dead #dreams