#death

It feels weird, being out in the real world again. Around people just living their lives like normal. Their presence is oppressive. The very fact that the world is going on as usual, like nothing ever happened, makes me want to scream. I know it's irrational to expect everything to grind to a halt because of June, but still. A wave of anxiety builds in my chest, my head pounding so loud it drowns out the noise of people talking and tapping away on their laptops. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#grief #loss #death

I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#death

It is always easy to question the judgement of others in matters of which we may be imperfectly informed. ↗

— P.D. James

#elizabeth-bennet #jane-austen #death

Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#death #life #death

Death is harder on those who are left behind. ↗

— Robert La Fosse

#grieving #death

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward! ↗

— Homer

#cowardice #death #greece #war #death

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives. ↗

— Homer

#death #greece #death

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped. ↗

— Ivy Devlin

#death-and-dying #heartbroken #scream #screaming #screams

-Just remember, what the French say. No, probably not the French, they've got a president or something. The Brits, maybe, or the Swedes. You know what I mean? - No, Matthew. What do they say? - The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #grief #royalty #change

So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since for the former it is not, and the latter are no more. ↗

— Epicurus

#death