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We spent today sending men to hell. What's more natural than to pass the night dreaming of procreating a few more to take their place? ↗

— David Hewson

#life #sex #war #death

As soon as he was gone I blew my breath out and leaned back against the wall. Awkward. First the cop who’d arrested me, then the paramedic who’d kept me from accidentally killing myself. I didn’t even want to think what a third thing might be. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Lydon Johnson realized he really was President, that his identity had changed by President Kennedy's shocking death, when aides who had been like family to him minutes before, stood in his presence on Air Force One. ↗

— Nancy Gibbs

#relationships #change

Death is a fascinating lure to men who can stand aside and watch it operate on someone else. (from "The Conqueror") ↗

— Richard Matheson

#death

I, for one, thought this would be something good for Settlers to know from the get-go. With so much risk, why did SA feel the consequences of exposure were something to be concealed until there was not choice but to drag people like Monica and me into their secret beige meeting room and scare us half to death after we'd screwed up? It made about as much sense as extremely conservative parents not telling their daughters about the consequences of sex until after they were already pregnant. Shutting the barn door after the horse was loose, much? But then, I was beginning to think SA wasn't nearly as smart as they believed themselves to be. Our remaining undiscovered for so long seemed due more to humanity's tendency not to see things they didn't want to see, rather than cleverness on the part of Settler's Affairs. ↗

— Stacey Jay

#death

Only by showing the world the cataclysmic cost of a world divided can it appreciate the wonders of life and endless possibilities of a world united. ↗

— William Bailey

#philosophy #political #death

At the end to death I must go, Finishing a real tragic and funny show. ↗

— Mohit K. Misra

#mohit-misra #quotes #death

Since their first kiss in our kitchen two weeks after my death, I had known that he was - as my sister and I had giggled with our Barbies or while watching Bobby Sherman on TV - her one and only. Samuel had pressed himself into her need and the cement between the two of them had begun to set immediately. They had gone to Temple together, side by side. He had hated it and she had pushed him through. She had loved it and this had allowed him to survive. (The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold) (pg 234) ↗

— Alice Sebold

#death

Life's like us We find it- and then the death A poem for a goodbye? Why insist? ↗

— Daie-Soko

#death

Quasimodo then lifted his eye to look upon the gypsy girl, whose body, suspended from the gibbet, he beheld quivering afar, under its white robes, in the last struggles of death; then again he dropped it upon the archdeacon, stretched a shapeless mass at the foot of the tower, and he said with a sob that heaved his deep breast to the bottom, 'Oh-all that I've ever loved!' The Hunchback of Notre Dame ↗

— Victor Hugo

#the-hunchback-of-notre-dame #death