#death

Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is. ↗

— Oliver Joseph Lodge

#birth #death #fear #more #than

Death is not extinction. Neither the soul nor the body is extinguished or put out of existence. ↗

— Oliver Joseph Lodge

#death #existence #extinction #extinguished #neither

They definitely mean to maintain that the process called death is a mere severence of soul and body, and that the soul is freed rather than injured thereby. ↗

— Oliver Joseph Lodge

#called #death #definitely #freed #injured

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light. ↗

— James Russell Lowell

#death #delightful #fevers #light #night

If I ever completely lost my nervousness I would be frightened half to death. ↗

— Paul Lynde

#death #ever #frightened #half #i

Small said, "But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?" …Large (replied) "Look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see…love like starlight never dies… ↗

— Debi Gliori

#stars #death

I’d accepted my judgment without question. Agreed to live a mortal life. I didn’t know my memories would come with me; didn’t know I’d relive them every day. Death would have been more merciful. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#romance #tragedy #ya #death

It is my opinion that the isolated mind loses its purchase on reality all too easily and becomes prone to fantasy. ↗

— Frank Tallis

#imagination #insanity #isolation #mind #pathology

The nations were awakened from the sleep of death, as the words of eternal life flowed from the Apostles' lips, - the temples of superstition were shut or destroyed, and churches were planted in every part of the civilized world. ↗

— John Strachan

#awakened #churches #civilized #civilized world #death

Who will you be when faced with the end? The end of a kingdom, The end of good men, Will you run? Will you hide? Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride? Rise to the ashes, Rise to the winter sky, Rise to the calling, Make heard the battle cry. Let it scream from the mountains From the forest to the chapel, Because death is a hungry mouth And you are the apple. So who will you be when faced with the end? When the vultures are circling And the shadows descend Will you cower? Or will you fight? Is your heart made of glass? Or a pure Snow White? ↗

— Lily Blake

#death