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People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to. ↗

— John Green

#death

Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death

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

— C.S. Lewis

#life-and-death #truth #death

Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#die #five #many #people #seventy

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#humor #death

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:-- "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#kiss #love #death

Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you? ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #death

So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —” “Don’t talk to your mother like that. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #humor #ron-weasley #death

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#death

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#death