#death

I don't care if we're on our way to look at the dismembered corpse of the pope, I want coffee. ↗

— D.D. Barant

#death

...what happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell, shingles and floor, walls and echoes and the light that lead you here has now burned out and the ones who built it have traveled afar and you cant go to them, no matter what shoes you wear. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dorothy #grief #grieving #heart #heartache

Very few people believe in the devil these days, which suits the devil very well. He is always helping to circulate the news of his own death. The essence of God is existence, and He defines Himself as: 'I am Who am.' The essence of the devil is the lie, and he defines himself as: 'I am who am not.' Satan has very little trouble with those who do not believe in him; they are already on his side. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#satan #sin #the-devil #the-enemy #death

I have given you your liberty, Lucius, is that not enough for you? But I have noticed that you and your family seem less than happy of late. . . . What is it about my presence in your home that displeases you, Lucius?” “Nothing — nothing, my Lord!” “Such lies, Lucius . . . ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#voldemort #death

Of all the ways I had imagined my death, getting beaten by my zombified mentor while trapped by a cannibalistic window handle wasn’t one of them ↗

— Anton Strout

#trapped #death

I will reign over a new world! ↗

— Tsugumi Ohba

#kira #light-yagami #death

You have to remember that there are reasons to live, and that at least a few people are decent, and that the world is worthwhile some of the time, okay?” I raise my face to his, wanting another kiss, but he stops me. “You will remember?” The balloon bumps downward again. His eyes are still closed. “Why don’t you open your eyes?” He opens one and squints at me for a second. “I’m terrified of heights,” he says. ↗

— Bethany Griffin

#will #death

Truly man is the king of beasts, for his brutality exceeds them. We live by the death of others. We are burial places. ↗

— Leonardo da Vinci

#death

See! He likes you,” Natalie said triumphantly. I stared down at the scrawny scrap of fur cautiously sniffing my hand. “He doesn’t like me. He thinks I’m going to feed him.” “Now who’s being a cynic? Anyway, every bookstore should have a cat.” The cat -- assuming it was a cat and not some beige bug-eyed refugee from outer space -- slunk uneasily down the counter, and flinched at the flutter of Mystery Scene pages as a gust of warm air blew in from the street. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#death

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end? ↗

— Franz Kafka

#end #kafka #pain #death