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I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life. ↗

— John Green

#death #drama #life #minor-figure #death

The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air.. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes. ↗

— Clarice Lispector

#last-sentence #the-hour-of-the-star #death

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich--yes, richer than a king-- And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. ↗

— Edwin Arlington Robinson

#poetry #suicide #death

Part of her followed him, wherever it was that he went. ↗

— Kendare Blake

#love #death

At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone ↗

— Federico García Lorca

#death

Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on. ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#death

Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#inspirational #religion #faith

Rock-a-bye, Bratniss, in your safe cage, These bars will protect you when mommy's enraged. If she should break through them, Don't have any fear, I made a machine that shoots tranquilizer darts at her if she gets too near. ↗

— Bratniss Everclean

#death

My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. ↗

— Theodore Roethke

#death