#death

Preparing for death is one of the most empowering things you can do. Thinking about death clarifies your life. ↗

— Candy Chang

#life #change

The U.S. couldn't even get rid of Saddam Hussein. And we all know that the EU is just a passing fad. They'll be killing each other again in less than a year. I'm sick to death of all these fascist lawsuits. ↗

— Bill Gates

#death #each #eu #even #fad

When a man lies he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths men miscall their lives. ↗

— Paul Gerhardt

#lies #lives #man #men #pale

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order. ↗

— David Gerrold

#be grateful #die #dirt #eat #face

The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat. ↗

— Orlando Gibbons

#death #had #her #living #note

It's my life and my death. ↗

— Gary Gilmore

#life #my life

You feel it in there, pacing your heart sometimes, and it has what's called a defibrillator. Should I suffer that arhythmia, it's generally sudden death. And the paddles that are internal shock you back and restore your rhythm to its normal and natural state. ↗

— Victoria Gotti

#called #death #feel #generally #heart

A relationship between two people is made up, for the most part, of invisible things: memories, shared experiences, hopes and fears. When one person disappears, the other is left alone, as if holding a string with no kite. Memories can do a lot to sustain you, but the invisible stuff of the relationship is lost, even as unresolved issues remain: arguments never settled, kind words never uttered, things left un-said. They become like a splinter beneath the skin-unseen, but painful nevertheless. Until they're exposed, coping with the loss is impossible. ↗

— David Dosa

#inspirational #loss #relationships #death

Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law ↗

— David Clement-Davies

#death

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#sad #tragic #death