#death

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one. ↗

— Philip Massinger

#doors #find #hath #i #life

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me. ↗

— Stephen Crane

#death #heaven #suicide #death

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare? ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

I'd like to do a lot of different stuff. I think it's important as a creative person to keep challenging yourself and keep doing new stuff. If you end up trying to repeat yourself it's death. It just becomes boring and takes the passion out of it. You gotta find stories and characters that you really want to hang out with. ↗

— Darren Aronofsky

#boring #challenging #characters #creative #creative person

There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and more severe than that which comes after it. Remember the death of the Apostle of God, and your sorrow will be lessened. ↗

— Abu Bakr

#apostle #bear #comes #death #easier

These wars appear also to have given its death blow to colonialism and to imperialism in its colonial form, under which weaker peoples were treated as possessions to be economically exploited. At least we hope that such colonialism is on the way out. ↗

— Emily Greene Balch

#appear #blow #colonial #colonialism #death

I was so exhausted after fighting for the project for five years, shooting it was like the Bataan Death March. ↗

— Tom Berenger

#death #exhausted #fighting #five #i

Why is it that men who can go through severe accidents, air raids, and any other major crisis always seems to think that they are at death's door when they have a simple head cold? ↗

— Shirley Booth

#air #always #any #cold #crisis

Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing. ↗

— Dorianne Laux

#the-afterlife #death

Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after his "death," whether we feel it or not, whether we are aware of the individual names or not. There is no such thing as death according to our view! ↗

— Martin Bormann

#after #aware #books #buildings #clearly