#de

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#death-wish #depression #despair #grief #king-arthur

Western Civilization was responsible for a paradigm shift in history. It created the industrial and scientific revolutions that enabled the birth of a transportation, communications and knowledge revolution unprecedented in the 5 billion year history of this planet. Unfortunately this revolution took place amidst a moral vacuum at the very top of the power structure. It is as if a three year old child had been given control over both a candy story and a shotgun. He was able to use the shotgun to get all the candy he wanted but he had no idea what to do next. Whenever somebody tried to tell him too much candy was bad for him, he shot the person who said that. ↗

— Benjamin Fulford

#western-civilization #communication

Kiedy umieramy - jest tak jak wtedy, gdy wszystkie sceny są już umieszczone na rolce taśmy filmowej, a dekoracje rozebrane i spalone - stajemy się fantomami we wspomnieniach naszych potomków. Stajemy się wtedy upiorami, mój drogi, stajemy się mitem. Ale na razie wciąż jesteśmy ze sobą, wciąż razem jesteśmy przeszłością, odległą przeszłością. Pod kopułą mitycznej przeszłości wciąż jeszcze słyszę twój głos. ↗

— Jostein Gaarder

#death

Stworzenie człowieka trwa kilka miliardów lat, jego śmierć - zaledwie kilka sekund. ↗

— Jostein Gaarder

#life #death

All paths lead to death, our premature sacrifice for future spawn (from Elixir) ↗

— Bryan Murphy

#poetry #death

The cruise embraces death. Life is terminal. Every day a miracle. Ms. Gauge (misgauge) ↗

— PatriciaL.Morris

#death

The adjacent shores resounded with the alternate shouts of the sons of liberty and the groans of their parting spirits. ↗

— William Apess

#liberty #war #death

If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death

That was magic, sweetest.” The witch flexed her fingers, wriggled them in front of her. “Did she think it a wave of the hands? A slip of the tongue?” A kiss upon her skin. She could see the woman reaching out and taking her in hand, kissing each finger as though they were her possessions. Then it was gone. Charlotte blinked. The woman had not stirred. “Not all things are so simple. I was he and he was me and I took your poison into myself, and made it his. All things join beneath the earth. I burned, then so did he. More will burn. Come hair or wool, more will burn. ↗

— Chris Galford

#magic #death

And now you intend to stay here with us in Riva?' asked the burgomaster. 'I do not,' said the hunter with a smile, and to excuse the jest he laid his hand on the burgomaster's knee. 'I am here, more than that I do not know. My boat has no rudder, it is driven by the wind that blows in the nethermost regions of death. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#page- #death