#death

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face! ↗

— George Sterling

#time #transiency #death

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death. ↗

— George Steiner

#poetry #death

Curiosity is a good thing, like onion soup. But too much onion soup makes your breath smell terrible. And too much curiosity can make your whole body smell terrible, if it causes you to be dead. ↗

— Michael Reisman

#death #soup #death

It's brutal out there. A bear will eat a lactating ewe alive, starting with her udders. as a rule, animals in the wild don't get good deaths surrounded by their loved ones. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#food #death

One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#desert #death

I am dying now, but I still have many things to say. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#life #death

An uncomfortable marriage can not bear the strain of the death of a beloved donkey. ↗

— Merrie Haskell

#humor #death

The revolutionary Terror, which is attacked for its revolutionary tribunal, its law of suspects and its guillotine, was a process welded to a regime of popular sovereignty in which the object was to conquer tyranny or die for liberty. This Terror was willed by those who, having won sovereign power by dint of insurrection, refused to let this be destroyed by counter-revolutionary enemies ↗

— Sophie Wahnich

#philosophy #revolution #terrorism #the-terror #death

In that instant, Gogolov feared death. He could feel himself falling through the dark void of space. He was flailing and terrified and utterly alone. He braced for impact, but it never came. He cried for mercy he would never see. He felt the searing heat and the demons ripping at his eyes and face with claws like razors. And then, in a terrifying flash of clarity, he realized it would never end. ↗

— Joel C. Rosenberg

#end-times #ezekiel-option #hell #joel-rosenberg #death

Perfect preservation isn't life, it’s death. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#life #preservation #death