#death

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#christianity #death #earth #funeral #poem

Thank God, my name isn’t in the list of those who died or were killed yesterday! ↗

— Suman Pokhrel

#terror #death

A pedant who beheld Solon weeping for the death of a son said to him, ‘Why do you weep thus, if weeping avails nothing?’ And the sage answered him, ‘Precisely for that reason—because it does not avail. ↗

— Miguel de Unamuno

#death

She ran because she had no other choice. She feared what would happen if she dared to stop. There was no time to think. There was barely any time for her to breathe. On her broken ankle, she ran. With her bruised arms, she ran. With her bleeding sides, she ran because she knew today was the day she was meant to die. ↗

— Judyann McCole

#fight #fighting-evil #fighting-to-survive #death

Death is the night sky, the background against which the fleeting fireworks of life are displayed, an empty stage upon which the drama of life is played. ↗

— James Rozoff

#life #death

I thought of love as a game. It is not a game. It is more serious than death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death

I sometimes wonder whether our churches--living as we do in American death-denying culture, relentlessly smiling through our praise choruses--are inadvertently helping people live not as much in hope as in denial. ↗

— Mark Galli

#church #denial #praise-and-worship #death

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#love #separation #death

I don’t even like cemeteries. Morgues, either, nor anatomy museums, undertakers’ parlors, funeral chapels, or any of those places where the world of the living sparks against the world of the dead, and a spot of burned out time fades, diffuse in an ocean of timelessness. ↗

— Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

#fiction-novel #death

That belief in Christ is to some a matter of life and death has been a stumbling block for readers who would prefer to think it a matter of no great consequence. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#christianity #prologue #death