#death

How many more times would I have embraced him that night, how many more times would I have kissed him, if I had known the name of that stranger lover who was already in Montreal, who had already bought his stadium ticket from a scalper for the 5,000 tomorrow. That implacable lover who was going to turn Billy's eyes away from me forever. ↗

— Patricia Nell Warren

#foreshadowing #gay #life #love #romance

For centuries after Christ, the church and other religions that use cruciform symbols have misrepresented the physical nature of Christ's death with a satanic symbol (cross), and a pagan idol (corpus). This secret has been concealed by the church for centuries after Christ. ↗

— Nwaocha Ogechukwu

#christianity #church #cross #crucifix #pope

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#pity #war #wwi #death

Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no more. I'll weep an ocean in my heart, if the world would give me time. But not now. ↗

— David Hewson

#grief #insignificance #life #tomorrow #death

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#dread #great #inspires #life #more

It was to carry the American democratic journey beyond these failings that Black citizens and civil rights workers risked unemployment, violence and death. ↗

— Elijah Cummings

#beyond #black #carry #citizens #civil

Dying has a funny way of making you see people, the living and the dead, a little differently. Maybe that's just part of the grieving, or maybe the dead stand there and open our eyes a bit wider. ↗

— Susan Gregg Gilmore

#death

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death. ↗

— Leonardo DaVinci

#day #death #happy #life #sleep

When (The World According To) Garp was published, people who’d lost children wrote to me. ‘’I lost one, too,’’ they told me. I confessed to them that I hadn’t lost any children. I’m just a father with a good imagination. In my imagination, I lose my children every day. (afterword) ↗

— John Irving

#imagination #parenthood #death

I’m pre-med,” he added smugly. “Okay.” I said again. I didn’t shrug this time, but his jaw tightened a bit as if he was annoyed that I wasn’t displaying the proper amazement at his accomplishment. “And I’m next in line to be promoted to death investigator.” The look he gave me was nothing short of a challenge, and I had to fight to not roll my eyes. What, he expected me to start crowing about my own accomplishments so he could top them? He’d be waiting a long time for that. ↗

— Diana Rowland

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