#death

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses- ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#death #fitzgerald #happiness #rose #roses

At the door of life, by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. ↗

— A.C. Swinburne The Triumph Of Time

#fear #life #death

When death has you by the throat, you don't mince words. ↗

— Friedrich Durrenmatt

#mince #throat #words #you

There is nothing about which I am more anxious than my country, and for its sake I am willing to die ten deaths, if that be possible. ↗

— Elizabeth I

#am #anxious #country #deaths #die

Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate. ↗

— Katherine Dunn

#everyday #intimate #medical #medical research #occurrence

On many accounts, taking a boy like Rudy was a robbery - so much life, so much to live for - yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death as a heart. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death #the-book-thief #death

You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#frailty #immortality #life #mortality #shortness-of-life

To die, he thought, was to escape passion's grasp, but that was the last thing he wanted. Instead he wished to be seized by passion and pinioned, held in its palm forever—he could not imagine any other existence as embracing any real happiness. ↗

— David Guterson

#happiness #passion #death

They say it came from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it was the death bane of the Tainos, uttered just as one world perished and another began; that it was a demon drawn into Creation through the nightmare door that was cracked open in the Antilles. Fukú americanus, or more colloquially, fukú - generally a curse or doom of some kind; specifically the Curse and the Doom of the New World. No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed fukú on the world, and we've all been in the shit ever since. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#antilles #curse #demon #enslaved #fukú

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Let's not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death