#de

...his sleep, though deep as death itself, was not dreamless this time, but threaded with ghostly wisps of dreams. These wisps were clearly recognizable as scraps of odors. At first they merely floated in thin threads past Grenouille's nose, but then they grew thicker, more cloudlike. And now it seemed as if he were standing in the middle of a moor from which fog was rising. The fog slowly climbed higher. Soon Grenouille was completely wrapped in fog, saturated with fog, and it seemed he could not get his breath for the foggy vapor. If he did not want to suffocate, he would have to breathe the fog in. And the fog was, as noted, an odor. And Grenouille knew what kind of odor. The fog ws his own odor. His, Grenouille's, own body odor was the fog. And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that his odor was his odor, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself! ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#death

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and--what will perhaps make you wonder more--it takes the whole of life to learn how to die. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#dying #learning #life #living #time

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, 'He was a man who didn't believe in violence, He's a good man... and dead. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

#l-amour #noremorse #violence #western #death

I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death. ↗

— Thomas Nagel

#dying #death

That can happen when people die, the argument with them drops away and people so flawed while they were drawing breath that at times they were all but unbearable now assert themselves in the most appealing way, and what was least to your liking the day before yesterday becomes in the limousine behind the hearse a cause not only for sympathetic amusement but for admiration ↗

— Philip Roth

#death

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood. ↗

— Homer

#death

Nothing shall part us in our love till Thanatos (Death) at his appointed hour removed us from the light of day. ↗

— Apollonius of Rhodes

#greek-mythology #love #death

I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die. ↗

— Meriwether Lewis

#last-words #death

And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#death #night #poem #poet #poetry

Catherine Le Vendeur," he asked sententiously, "have you known this man carnally?" "No father," Catherine answered. "But, with your kind permission, I would very much like to. ↗

— Sharan Newman

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