#death

I hope to die with dignity and not be on my death bed pondering the afterlife wearing a diaper named Depends. ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#death

Sterven is echter de eenzaamste gebeurtenis van het leven. We worden er niet alleen door van anderen afgescheiden, maar daarnaast stelt het ons ook bloot aan een nog angstaanjagender vorm van eenzaamheid: het is een scheiding van de wereld zelf. ↗

— Irvin D. Yalom

#death

Shema Israel Adonai Ehohenu Adonai Echad. ↗

— Felipe

#death #life #death

There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder. ↗

— Margery Allingham

#crime #detective #murder #death

Discourse is not life; its time is not your time; in it, you will not be reconciled to death; you may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don't imagine that, with all that you are saying you will make a man that will live longer than he. ↗

— Michel Foucault

#god #language #writing #death

فللدود نفس المذاق بأيّ تراب ↗

— Johannes V. Jensen

#novel #death

While we watched without comprehension, she moved away to where none of us wanted to follow. Ruth May shrank back through the narrow passage between this brief fabric of light and all the rest of what there is for us: the long waiting. Now she will wait the rest of the time. It will be exactly as long as the time that passed before she was born. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#eternity #light #death

When your mother is the grave and your father is a lightning bolt it tends to make you kind of horny. And death has a way of removing one's inhibitions. ↗

— Aussiescribbler

#frankenstein #horniness #monster #death

Je reste optimiste tout en me préparant au pire, maman, ça te semble bien comme compromis ? ↗

— Alice Kuipers

#life #death

Adrenaline rampaged through his body like a powerful surge of electricity, shorting his motherboard, wiping his organic hard-drive clean, leaving behind a single line of undeletable code; code that was hardwired into our basest, most primordial core, code that dictated every breath, every step, and had remained unchanged since the conception of time itself… Survive, no matter the cost. Kill or be killed. And here, on that primitive plain, there was no fear, no doubt, no guilt, no shame. All that was left was him, and them. A battle to the death—modern day gladiators, trading steel, blow for blow in a coliseum of ice at the top of the world. ↗

— Sean J. Quirk

#adventure #romance #sci-fi #death