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I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

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Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, because the mass man will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive, what longs to be burned to death. In the calm water of the love-nights, where you were begotten, where you have begotten, a strange feeling comes over you, when you see the silent candle burning. Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness, and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward. Distance does not make you falter. Now, arriving in magic, flying, and finally, insane for the light, you are the butterfly and you are gone. And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow, you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#life #rebirth #death

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat. ↗

— José Saramago

#existentialism #human #human-condition #life #religion

Justice will prevail! ↗

— Tsugumi Ohba

#death #fiction #humor #justice #l

When the weather's nice, my parents go out quite frequently and stick a bunch of flowers on old Allie's grave. I went with them a couple of times, but I cut it out. In the first place, I don't enjoy seeing him in that crazy cemetery. Surrounded by dead guys and tombstones and all. It wasn't too bad when the sun was out, but twice—twice—we were there when it started to rain. It was awful. It rained on his lousy tombstone, and it rained on the grass on his stomach. It rained all over the place. All the visitors that were visiting the cemetery started running like hell over to their cars. That's what nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then go someplace nice for dinner—everybody except Allie. I couldn't stand it. I know it's only his body and all that's in the cemetery, and his soul's in Heaven and all that crap, but I couldn't stand it anyway. I just wished he wasn't there. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#holden #death

She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs. ↗

— Graham Greene

#memory #death

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

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I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you. ↗

— Harold Pinter

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The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?" "Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#jd-robb #nora-roberts #peabody #death

Maybe a man in a million could unite the Hallows, Harry. I was fit only to possess the meanest of them, the least extraordinary. I was fit to own the Elder Wand, and not to boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and to use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

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