#death

The history of the world is the record of the weakness, frailty and death of public opinion. ↗

— Samuel Butler

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I saw few die of hunger; of eating, a hundred thousand. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

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Graves aren't for the dead. They're for the loved ones the dead leave behind them. Once those loved ones have gone, once all the lives that have touched the occupant of any given grave had ended, then the grave's purpose was fulfilled and ended. I suppose if you looked at it that way, one might as well decorate one's grave with an enormous statue or a giant temple. It gave people something to talk about, at least. Although, following that logic, I would need to have a roller coaster, or maybe a Tilt-A-Whirl constructed over my own grave when I died. Then even after my loved ones had moved on, people could keep having fun for years and years. Of course, I'd need a slightly larger plot. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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There is not a day or night but a doe offers her life for her kittens, or some honest captain of Owsla his life for his Chief Rabbit's. Sometimes it is taken, sometimes it is not. But there is no bargain, for here, what is, is what must be. ↗

— Richard Adams

#sacrifice #death

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

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Our soul is governed by four invisible forces: love, death, power and time. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#death

If you don't leave room for the unexpected to express itself in your life, you close yourself off from the possibility of miracles. ↗

— Robert Stikmanz

#humor #science-fiction #death

Everyday as we die, we must be reborn. If there were no death, life would be meaningless. ↗

— Boep Joeng

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It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavour now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in tha lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#musicians #death

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death does. ↗

— Gerald Brenan

#death #does #even #middle #middle age