#de

A reduction of meat consumption by only 10% would result in about 12 million more tons of grain for human consumption. This additional grain could feed all of the humans across the world who starve to death each year- about 60 million people! ↗

— Marc Bekoff

#food #humans #life #speciesism #starving

Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#death #flick #helplessness #henna #illness

By daily dying, I have come to be. ↗

— Theodore Roethke

#growth #death

Sorry to hear about your Dad." He shrugged. "He was seventy, and we always told him fast food would kill him." "Heart attack?" "He was hit by a Pizza Express truck. ↗

— J.A. Konrath

#fast-food #humor #pizza #death

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#dr-urbino #gabriel-garcia-marquez #love-in-the-time-of-cholera #death

We are so afraid of the idea of having to die… that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn… ↗

— José Saramago

#death

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#enemies #death

The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness. ↗

— Carlos Castaneda

#death

No mother should lose her child. ↗

— Ann Hood

#death

Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai. On my shoulders I support the sky. Trust me to know and to do what is best, And I will take care of the rest. But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. Trust is the color of a soul's last breath. Trust is the color of death. Give me your trust said the queen on her throne, for I must bear the burden alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool. But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death