#death

If he survived Roaming Rock, he kept telling himself, death would have lost its sting. ↗

— Walter Moers

#survive #death

Rome, on the other hand, lost—suffering on that one day more battle deaths than the United States during the entire course of the war in Vietnam, suffering more dead soldiers than any other army on any single day of combat in the entire course of Western military history. ↗

— Robert L. O'Connell

#death

Maybe that's what being alive is about: so we can track down those movments that are dying. ↗

— Muriel Barbery

#hedgehogs #life #movement #death

Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

Halloween season. The season of the witch, so many thought. And, in legend, the night when souls could return to earth... And try to linger on. But the dead weren't really returning, the living created evil. ↗

— Heather Graham

#evil #spirits #death

All of a sudden it seemed as if I could smell the brain, and not in a oh-how-gross way, but as if someone had taken the lid off a pot of gumbo to let the aroma fill the room. And I knew it was the brain that smelled so utterly enticing—knew it with every single cell of my being. What the hell was wrong with me? ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Al día siguiente no murió nadie. ↗

— José Saramago

#muerte #death

Vera had not sensed my approach. She was peering into the instrument and turning knobs with child-like seriousness and ineptitude. It was obvious that she had never used a microscope before. I stole closer to her, and then I said, "Boo!" She jerked her head away from the eyepiece. "Hello," I said. "You scared me to death," she said. "Sorry," I said, and I laughed. These ancient games go on and on. It's nice they do. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#games #laugh #death

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#death

Yeah, so? I was ignorant, but I’m not a fucking moron. Why would I give the shit to you just so I could buy it back from you later?” I leaned back against the counter. “Hon, you’re fucking with the wrong chick. I’ve been around too many drug dealers to buy into a scheme like that.” He shocked me by bursting out laughing. “Drug dealers? Well, that’s an interesting analogy.” He shook his head but a sardonic smile stayed on his face. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death