#death

And it would be a death of the worst kind; becoming the very thing that I hunted myself, or worse. It was far more terrifying than the end of life completely. I'd rather be gone from this world for all of eternity than become a slave to Hell. ↗

— L.J. Kentowski

#death

Porque la muerte puede ser cualquier cosa. Un girasol recién cortado o un revólver humeante. O el rostro de la primera mujer que amamos cuando aún éramos niños y no sabíamos el tamaño de la desdicha que alberga la vida. ↗

— Marianne Diaz Hernandez

#death #love #muerte #death

Death Notice, ...... “He was offended with his wife, and went and hanged himself.” 10 Jun 1817 ↗

— Boston Recorder

#epitaph #death

Death was surely not an ephemeral interloper; its lasting effect was grating and horrible and one was constantly reminded of the permanence of an immense loss. ↗

— Henry H. Roth

#death

As I stood in the room looking at it for the last time, I felt again the cold metal of the handcuffs on my wrists and remembered the physical suffering and mental anguish I had endured while fighting with all the willpower and intellect God had given me for that rare and elusive thing in a Communist country called justice. Pg. 351 ↗

— Nien Cheng

#communism #mao #prison #death

The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me crazy every time I had to touch one. I’d been fighting the cravings the way I’d never fought the urge to take drugs or get drunk. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

It looked like pieces of bread pudding that had been soaked in raspberry syrup. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Sözcüklerin arasında da bir hiyerarşi, bir protokol ve hatta asalet unvanları vardır ya da tam tersine bazı sözcükler ayaktakımına mensup olduklarını gösteren izler taşırlar. ↗

— José Saramago

#ayaktakımı #hiyerarşi #izler #sözcük #sözcükler

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?? Who keeps track of those things? ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #death

He had no cause for self-reproach on the score of neglect, or want of thought, for he had been devoted to her service; and yet a hundret little occasions rose up before him on which he fancied he might have been more zealous, and more earnest, and wished he had been. We need be careful how we deal with those about us; when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done; of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired. There is no remorse so deep, as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#remorse #death