#de

We spend so much time trying to put send to death that we don't spend enough time striving to know God deeply, trying to gaze upon the wonder of Jesus Christ and have that transform our affections to the point where our love and hope are steadfastly on Christ. ↗

— Matt Chandler

#worship #death

I couldn't fall out of love with you if I fell all the way to hell. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#love #roarke #death

I also remember being struck by de Sade's will, in which he asked that his ashes be scattered to the four corners of the earth in the hope that humankind would forget both his writings and his name. I'd like to be able to make that demand; commemorative ceremonies are not only false but dangerous, as are all statues of famous men. Long live forgetfulness, I've always said—the only dignity I see is in oblivion. ↗

— Luis Buñuel

#de-sade #death #dignity #legacy #marquis-de-sade

You are immortal till the very moment you die. Discover it, and stand untouchable. ↗

— VirusLord Ayd

#death

Hadn’t retired reporter Stan warned him of how protective Cosimo was of his granddaughters? What if the Carusos had discovered his identity and wanted to rub him out as they’d rubbed out his father? Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. ↗

— Christie Ridgway

#hilarious #prayer #death

Marriage isn't for the weak or lazy. It's work, and it should be. What would be the point otherwise? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#marriage #death

In a state of pseudo-death you restore your substance. ↗

— Marlene Van Niekerk

#restoration #silence #death

It was a wartime story, goodies versus baddies, lots of explosions and shooting. The Germans always shouted 'Aiiieeee!' as they died. Atkins wondered what he would choose, confronted with similar circumstances. 'Aiiieeee!' seemed to him to lack the necessary gravitas and originality, as well as sounding a bit, well, German. But then who knew what might come to mind, in those final moments? ↗

— Alastair Reynolds

#last-words #war #death

She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper. ↗

— Cedric Nye

#death #grim-reaper #hell #horror #madness

Jango danced; and the tune that he danced to was Death. ↗

— Cedric Nye

#death