#death

Birthday calls death close. ↗

— Abhinandan Kumar

#inspirational #life #truth #death

The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me crazy every time I had to touch one. I’d been fighting the cravings the way I’d never fought the urge to take drugs or get drunk. ↗

— Diana Rowland

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It looked like pieces of bread pudding that had been soaked in raspberry syrup. ↗

— Diana Rowland

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Sözcüklerin arasında da bir hiyerarşi, bir protokol ve hatta asalet unvanları vardır ya da tam tersine bazı sözcükler ayaktakımına mensup olduklarını gösteren izler taşırlar. ↗

— José Saramago

#ayaktakımı #hiyerarşi #izler #sözcük #sözcükler

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?? Who keeps track of those things? ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #death

He had no cause for self-reproach on the score of neglect, or want of thought, for he had been devoted to her service; and yet a hundret little occasions rose up before him on which he fancied he might have been more zealous, and more earnest, and wished he had been. We need be careful how we deal with those about us; when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done; of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired. There is no remorse so deep, as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#remorse #death

Doggone, I never thought I’d lose my mind.” I was startled at the time to realize this – that he had thought about it. But now that he is dead…it’s my turn to think of it – of death – and I do. I wonder how it will come to me. And when I do, I remember this moment; when my father seemed to be getting the news about his fate, about how it would b e for him, when he took it in and accepted it and was, somehow, interested in it, all at the same time, before my eyes. It was a moment as characteristic of him as any I can think of in his life, and as brave. Noble, really, I’ve come to feel. ↗

— Sue Miller

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Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#land #life-and-death #tenants #death

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them ↗

— Rosie Thomas

#life #death

This is where the will to grapple with our hard and pressing environmental problems begins: in relationship to something other that you love beyond any utility, beyond any logic. ↗

— Susan Freinkel

#empathy #environment #death