#death

She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath. ↗

— Kat Rosenfield

#cry #death #youth #death

Rehv cleared his throat. “What book is that?” The Moor looked up, his almond-shaped eyes focusing with a sharpness Rehv could have done without. “You’re awake.” “What book?” “It’s The Shadow Death Lexicon.” “Light reading. And here I thought you were a Candace Bushnell fan. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#trez #death

Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#death #dying #death

Three hours ago I was in bed, I thought miserably. I should have stayed there. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

You can truly value life, when you have looked Death in the eyes and held its hand. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#life-philosophy #values-in-life #death

...while well-meaning relatives and friends stopped by, bearing an endless supply of cards and food in disposable foil pans and saying all the wrong things. "He's in a better place now." "God must have a plan for him." "At least he didn't suffer." "You're still young, Jayne. Maybe you can have another child." "You'd stop thinking about him if you took down his pictures. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#death

Being dead is highly overrated. It’s no fun at all." -- Mythe: A Fairy Tale ↗

— P.J. Gordon

#humor #paranormal #death

So something that never should have happened did, all because of my thoughts and actions. A clear-cut cause-and-effect relationship. I was the one who caused it, and I should probably get the death penalty. Or maybe what I should say is I'm the one who pronounced the death sentence on myself ↗

— Natsuo Kirino

#death #death

To die in a battle is often referred to as a heroic act, but I will never understand that. What glory is there in bleeding to death in agony on the battlefield? I have no intention of dying at the hands of my enemy. ↗

— Peter Koevari

#death

The shots left a hard ringing sound within the closeness of the brick walls. Terry held the pistol at arm's length on a level with his eyes--the Russian Tokarev resembling an old-model Colt .45, big and heavy--and made the sign of the cross with it over the dead. He said, "Rest in peace, motherfuckers," turned, and walked out of the beer lady's house to wait at the side of the road. ↗

— Elmore Leonard

#death #guns #murder #profanity #death