#death

Between two throw-ins in a soccer game, right behind my back, three thousand people had been put to death. ↗

— Tadeusz Borowski

#death

When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #funeral-rites #holden #hope

In my dream I drove an RV off a cliff, because rather than hit the brakes or steer to safety, I was more concerned with either changing the radio station or turning the volume all the way down. They were playing Lady Gaga.
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— Jarod Kintz

#choices #cliff #death #decision #decisions

In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient. ↗

— Cameron Conaway

#fighting #life-and-death #death

Verbalize someone's actions back to them. Menace them with language, the language mirror. Death by feedback. ↗

— Ben Marcus

#death

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#change #christmas #death #suicide #change

Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it is never broken. You will meet again, perhaps in another lifetime. The connection is unbreakable, lying dormant in your subconscious. ↗

— Chelsie Shakespeare

#life #love #reincarnation #soul-mates #change

Two coconuts dropped beside him. Each went about its death throes with a slight bounce and languorous crawl then fell still. ↗

— Darrell Drake

#fantasy #death

Things changed. Then they changed again. Life was like that, and even death, I guess. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#death #life #change

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection. ↗

— Chris Boucher

#inspirational #life #change