#death

Think how much less stupefying the last fifty years might have been if people had actually read Marx. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#death

No mother should lose her child. ↗

— Ann Hood

#death

Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai. On my shoulders I support the sky. Trust me to know and to do what is best, And I will take care of the rest. But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. Trust is the color of a soul's last breath. Trust is the color of death. Give me your trust said the queen on her throne, for I must bear the burden alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool. But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death

Death Makes Angels of us all. ↗

— Jim Morrison

#death

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#death #declaration #gemma #kiss #life

Well, right now I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like...I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading. [...] An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll pick it up and start reading. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#death #death

Death is but the next great adventure. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

Makhluk kecil kembalilah. Dari tiada ke tiada. Berbahagialah dalam ketiadaanmu. ↗

— Soe Hok Gie

#happy #life #death

Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he long'd to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#poetry #death

There is some delight in ale and wine And some in girls with ankles fine But my delight, yes always mine Is to dance with Jak O’ the Shadows We will toss the dice however they fall And snuggle the girls be they short or tall Then follow Lord Mat whenever he calls To dance with Jak O’ the Shadows. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death #jak-o-shadows #mat-cauthon #death