#dead

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. ↗

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

#brief #dead #even #ever #fear

When he's late for dinner, I know he's either having an affair or is lying dead in the street. I always hope it's the street. ↗

— Jessica Tandy

#always #dead #dinner #either #having