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The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#death #human-mind #death

I think you glow more when you embarrassed. Maybe that's how you blush. ↗

— Kat Falls

#gemma-straid #kat-falls #rip-tide #ty-townsend #life

I've never attended any Tea Party functions. ↗

— John Bolton

#attended #functions #i #never #party

All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. And if you be a philosopher, though seated in the whale-boat, you would not at heart feel one whit more of terror, than though seated before your evening fire with a poker, and not a harpoon, by your side. ↗

— Herman Melville

#mortality #death

Never order food in excess of your body weight. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#body #excess #never #order #weight

It would be easier to write a novel without reader input, but I feel the fiction is richer for it. ↗

— Piers Anthony

#feel #fiction #i #i feel #input

What I like least is dealing with publishers who simply don't want collaborations regardless of their merit. ↗

— Piers Anthony

#dealing #i #least #like #merit

(Parody that is often falsely believed to be a true quote of Mariah Carey's) Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff. ↗

— MAD Magazine

#flies #humor #starving #stupid #death

Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death? ↗

— Euripides

#philosophical #profound #wisdom #death

7190 "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing." ↗

— — Anaïs Nin

#inspirational #death