#death

I have had death threats from people with fixations. ↗

— Enya

#had #i #people #threats

Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. ↗

— John Dryden

#passing-over #time #death

People usually lived or died of dumb luck. Not because something mystical cares. ↗

— Robert Buettner

#dumb-luck #higher-power #life #death

We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#death #life #silence #thought #death

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished. ↗

— Herta Müller

#death-and-dying #gulag #hunger #starvation #will-to-live

So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of the fact that a few rare spirits know how to transmute it. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#ethics #morality #progress #society #sorrow

Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased. I heard what you said just now to my friend Hastings. ‘A nice bright girl with no men friends.’ You said that in mockery of the newspapers. And it is very true—when a young girl is dead, that is the kind of thing that is said. She was bright. She was happy. She was sweet-tempered. She had not a care in the world. She had no undesirable acquaintances. There is a great charity always to the dead. Do you know what I should like this minute? I should like to find someone who knew Elizabeth Barnard and who does not know she is dead! Then, perhaps, I should hear what is useful to me—the truth. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#death

I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#death #devotion #mourning #sorrow #time

Wherever the fringes of their world touch ours there is death. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#worlds #death

My instincts told me that death would somehow be…different. But my rational mind reminded me that I had probably tempted fate one too many times. At least, I thought it was my rational mind. It sure seemed like the usual voice inside my head. Thank God there was only one of them. ↗

— M.A. George

#paranormal-romance #sarcastic-humor #voices-inside-your-head #death