#de

I was court-martialed in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#death

And with pain and joy, their hearts learned to hear that double lesson which leads to a happy death. ↗

— Albert Camus

#life #death

Life is just one long day separated into sections by sleep. Life never stops happening until you are dead. So whatever happens-love, grief, hate, shame- never disappears. It just gets easier to live with. It just scabs over, waiting for something else significant to happen. ↗

— Sunshine O'Donnell

#life #death

How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he and I have worked so hard for? How do I say goodbye to all of you? How do I let go? ↗

— Nicole Ireland

#sadness #death

...Love, my lads! And above all, love pretty, charming girls; they are the remedy for evil, they give a sweet smell to rottenness, they exchange life for death...Love, my lads! ↗

— Machado de Assis

#death

I'd suffered many losses in recent years after my father mother uncle aunt and cousin had all passed away. In her final years my mother often lamented that there was no one alive who had known her as a girl and I was starting to understand how spooked she'd felt. I wasn't sure I could take any more abandonments. One succumbs so easily to mind spasms, worry spasms. [p. 95] ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#death

The wedding was in Monterey, a sombre boding ceremony in a little Protestant chapel. The church had so often seen two ripe bodies die by the process of marriage that it seemed to celebrate a mystic double death with its ritual. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#death

Funerals aren't scheduled. ↗

— Benjamin J. Carey

#death #destiny #dying #funerals #life

Ali sada shvaćam da je umrijeti lako. Teško je živjeti. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#death

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss. ↗

— Robert J. Wiersema

#death #grief #loss #death