#corps

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse. ↗

— J. M. Barrie

#corpse #ever #good #good wishes #jealousy

Men do not fight for flag or country, for the Marine Corps or glory or any other abstraction. They fight for one another. And if you came through this ordeal, you would age with dignity. ↗

— William Manchester

#age #another #any #came #corps

The mask of art is the means through which corruption is spread. The mask makes vice seem beautiful, turns squalor and nastiness into glamorous thrill, seduces the onlooker into the game – and leaves him or her with the corpse on his hands. ↗

— Jennifer Birkett

#corpse #corruption #mask #seduction #squalor

But the boredom of Frau Spatz had by now reached that pitch where it distorts the countenance of man, makes the eyes protrude from the head, and lends the features a corpselike and terrifying aspect. More than that, this music acted on the nerves that controlled her digestion, producing in her dyspeptic organism such malaise that she was really afraid she would have an attack. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#corpselike #malaise #music

In the simple moral maxim the Marine Corps teaches — do the right thing, for the right reason — no exception exists that says: unless there's criticism or risk. Damn the consequences. ↗

— Josh Rushing

#marine-corps #marines #maxim #right-and-wrong #usmc

Courage is endurance for one moment more... ↗

— Unknown Marine Second Lieutenant in Vietnam

#courage

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #death

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it... ↗

— Emily Brontë

#cemetery #corpse #death #heathcliff #change

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother. ↗

— Michael Grant

#death #fayz #mother #death

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath. ↗

— Kat Rosenfield

#cry #death #youth #death