#d

To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals. If these little creatures knew how great a change awaited them, no doubt they would regret it; but would not all such sorrow be misplaced? ↗

— Anne Brontë

#death #fear #heaven #transformation #change

When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described. ↗

— Bhavya Kaushik

#grief #losing-a-child #pain #sad #death

Revenge is never pretty and often leaves you empty. --Alexandria "Dria" McAndrews ↗

— C.J. Ellisson

#death

Era linistitor sa stiu ca seara nu voi mai trai. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#nihilism #relief-from-pain #suicide #death

When you look at pictures of people you know are dead, there is something different about the eyes. As if they anticipated their particular fate.It is a visceral recognition. I told myself I was getting too fanciful and went to bed. ↗

— John D. MacDonald

#death

The companion of patience is silence. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#death

Rolling flat onto his back, Drake shuddered. Then he inhaled deeply. He stared up at the night sky. "We're going to win," he said, his voice calmer, less strained. "This is nothing. Keep going. They can't stop us. Jason, give Rachel the necklace. Tell her . . . tell her I'm sorry. Tell her . . . I wanted . . . to show her . . . my little valley. Tell her I tried." His voice was growing weak. Farfalee smoothed a hand over his brow. "Shhh," she whispered. "Be still, Drake. You can rest now. You did it. Rest. We'll take it from here." "Failie," he whispered, his hand twitching toward the back of his neck with little jerks. "Where's my seed?" His head tipped sideways. The breath went out of him. ↗

— Brandon Mull

#brandon #chasing #death #drake #dying

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#critical-thinking #pain #patience #death

Ignorance is not bliss; it is a sure path to annihilation. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#death

I have to say you don't look anything like a policewoman." Maxia's perfect eyebrows arched as she gave Eve's dress a quick scan. "Leonardo dresses you, doesn't he?" "No, I usually do it myself. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #leonardo #death