#death

It comes with faith, for with complete faith there is no fear of what faces you in life or death. ↗

— Jacqueline Cochran

#complete #death #faces #faith #fear

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me. ↗

— Erich Segal

#death #love #story #beauty

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#comforter #console #cure #death #freedom

I have been reading Plotinus all evening. He has the power to sooth me; and I find his sadness curiously comforting. Even when he writes: “Life here with the things of earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failure of the wing.” The wing has indeed failed. One sinks. Defeat is certain. Even as I write these lines, the lamp wick sputters to an end, and the pool of light in which I sit contracts. Soon the room will be dark. One has always feared that death would be like this. But what else is there? With Julian, the light went, and now nothing remains but to let the darkness come, and hope for a new sun and another day, born of time’s mystery and a man’s love of life. ↗

— Gore Vidal

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[T]hose who practice philosophy in the right way are in training for dying and they fear death least of all men. ↗

— Plato

#philosophy #death

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death #perception #stress #death

Dying has a funny way of making you see people, the living and the dead, a little differently. Maybe that's just part of the grieving, or maybe the dead stand there and open our eyes a bit wider. ↗

— Susan Gregg Gilmore

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Tillie studied her mother’s face. The face which had seen thirty-seven years of life. Twenty-one years of marriage. The birth of ten babies. The death of one. ↗

— Deeanne Gist

#face #maid-to-match #death

That would be the death of anyone - to recognize false hopes with a certainty. One mustn't know that. If it is offered, refuse! ↗

— Jesse Ball

#hope #death

If this was what Mikhail called opening the gate close to Zayvion’s body, I was going to kill a compass and a slide rule and send them through the gates of death to him. ↗

— Devon Monk

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