#death

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#death

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#friends #love #death

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#sleep #death

It's better to burn out than to fade away. ↗

— Neil Young

#end #life #death

And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#beauty

He could not stand. It was not That he could not thrive, he was born With everything but the will – That can be deformed, just like a limb. Death was more interesting to him. Life could not get his attention. ↗

— Ted Hughes

#life #plath #sheep- #death

I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life. ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#death

I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#inner-pain #lissa #page- #death

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan. ↗

— Peter Lerangis

#cahill #dan #death #humor #the