#death

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#morton-s-fork #twisted #death

There is nothing which at once affects a man so much and so little as his own death. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#death #his #little #man #much

Righteousness and love, law and grace, life and death, as well as time and eternity all intersect at the cross; displaying a divine wisdom that staggers the imagination and leads the humble heart to bow in thankful adoration. To understand the cross of Christ is to understand the heart of God toward a fallen world He wants to save. ↗

— Steven Cook

#cross #god #jesus-christ #death

die daily. hourly, if you've got the energy. ↗

— Sherwin Tjia

#life #death

No real English gentleman, in his secret soul, was ever sorry for the death of a political economist. ↗

— Walter Bagehot

#economist #english #ever #gentleman #his

As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's death you get used to. ↗

— Enid Bagnold

#even #get #gets #only #other

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#the-waves #death

When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived there after death. ↗

— Kyung-Sook Shin

#death #grave #seeking-comfort #death

الخلودَ حِليَةُ من يعي لا من يتكاثر ↗

— ليلى الجهني

#death #life #death

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#escape #eve-dallas #death