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A dozen cobras moved as one, shattering their bottles. Wine and glass sprayed the room. The snakes sprang for Isyllt's attacker with fangs unfolded. He screamed high and sharp as they uncoiled, long slick bodies whipping through the air. She wasn't sure if their venom could survive death and pickling, but it didn't seem to matter. After several bites, he curled on the floor, weeping and trying to bat the undead snakes away. ↗

— Amanda Downum

#undead #death

Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste… ↗

— Angelo Tsanatelis

#dark-fantasy #poetry #the-three-realms #death

Violent death erase[s] more than the semblance of life. ↗

— P.D. James

#murder #violent-death #death

Unfortunately, I had a feeling I would never get to my bed as the vacuuming would strike me dead of an aneurysm. Death by Dyson." - Reed ↗

— Kate Brian

#kate-brian #private #death

Believe in me and you shall die, forever. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death #forever #death

The great thing is to last and get your work done and see and hear and learn and understand; and write when there is something that you know; and not before; and not too damned much after. Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it's made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#death

I died last night. Seventy years too young. ↗

— Colin Thompson

#early-death #famine #global #ignorance #niger

Her past anguish. How do I know that all her anguish is past? I never believed before-I though it immensely improbable- that the faithfulest soul could leap straight into perfection and peace the moment death has rattled in the throat. It would be wishful thinking with a vengeance to take up that belief now. H.was a splendid thing; a soul straight, bright, and tempered like a sword. But not a perfected saint. A sinful woman married to a sinful man; two of God's patients, not yer cured. I know there are not only tears to be dried but stains to be scoured. The sword will be made even brighter. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#life-after-death #death

La vida es un ruido entre dos grandes silencios ↗

— Isabel Allende

#isabel-allende #life #death

This is shitty to say, but there's not much pathos involved in a case like that. Think about it: Little So-and-so the Fourth drowns himself Tuesday night after receiving his midterm grades in the school of civil engineering. The body goes back to Westchester, and a lounge in the library or a nature path gets named after him, and a bunch of blue-blood kids remember him fondly. Sorry. There's about one story a year like that. Poor Billy Fuckup, Jr., in his Gap khakis, the pressure of going to classes all day really got to him. If I were a better person, I would have felt badly having seen things like that. ↗

— Cara Hoffman

#death