#de

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their prime By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd— But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine ↗

— George W. Sears Nessmuk

#city #outdoors #urban #wilderness #woodcraft

The part of my brain that was responsible for creating the world I lived and moved in and for taking the raw data that came in through my senses and fashioning it into a meaningful universe: that part of my brain was down, and out. And yet despite all of this, I had been alive, and aware, truly aware, in a universe characterized above all by love, consciousness, and reality. There was, for me, simply no arguing this fact. I knew it so completely that I ached. ↗

— Eben Alexander III M.D.

#near-death-experience #neuroscience #science #spirituality #death

El mar era Carlos Vives desde que nos escapamos tres días a una playa desierta en Cozumel. Lo miraba tratando de recuperar algo. ¿Qué sería mejor? Tanto tuvimos. ¿Por qué no la muerte?, me preguntaba, si hasta los días que pasamos en el mar resultó inevitable jugar con ella. ↗

— Ángeles Mastretta

#death #love #mar #muerte #recuerdo

Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered; as a broken link, a biological dead end, an eternal withdrawal from reality, a once complex object that now dwindled, dwindled, left nothing behind except a l like a fallen speck of soot on a blank sheet of paper. ↗

— John Fowles

#death-of-a-loved-one #memories #death

Ideally, love is unconditional; practically, it is more often the opposite. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#blogger #inspirational #motivational #quotes #t-f-hodge

I could always accept not being the prettiest or the smartest Because I had the best of friends. A and A they called us. But, Anna, somehow, I failed you. And now I've lost the best part of Me. ↗

— Terri Fields

#death

All my life I thought love was supposed to be this amazing, wonderful feeling. I thought it was supposed to heal all wounds and conquer all. No one ever told me that it can leave a giant hole in your heart. No one ever mentioned that it could steal all the life away from you. ↗

— Jen Naumann

#paranormal-romance #death

The cops came by and said my nemesis had been poisoned, shot, stabbed, beaten, hung, drowned, and subjected to Gilbert Gottfried’s voice at a high decibel level. “Ah,” I said, “so you suspect his death was a suicide.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #funny #humor #nemesis #police

Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive? ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#death #despair #life #death

And then a strange thing happened. Out of the diseased and deteriorated pool os tired thoughts came life. A simple and poisoned life, but a life nonetheless. Death cultivated tis bacteria with love and attention. It thived in its stifling, hopeless world, sapping Death os all its energy, but Death didn't notice, for all its attention went on the fracturing, multiplying, fragmentary creations inside it. And when the virus had eaten every fleck of Death, it lived on in Death's dry sarcophagus. Life implied by Death. ↗

— Dave McKean

#death #life #death