#death

Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. ↗

— Mark Twain

#humor #death

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#hearts #beauty

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#death #inspirational #life #nice #death

Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! ↗

— Patrick Henry

#liberty #revolution #slavery #death

The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you. ↗

— Woody Allen

#death

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#friendship #time #death

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#death

He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #death

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#depression #death