#death

An uncomfortable marriage can not bear the strain of the death of a beloved donkey. ↗

— Merrie Haskell

#humor #death

The revolutionary Terror, which is attacked for its revolutionary tribunal, its law of suspects and its guillotine, was a process welded to a regime of popular sovereignty in which the object was to conquer tyranny or die for liberty. This Terror was willed by those who, having won sovereign power by dint of insurrection, refused to let this be destroyed by counter-revolutionary enemies ↗

— Sophie Wahnich

#philosophy #revolution #terrorism #the-terror #death

In that instant, Gogolov feared death. He could feel himself falling through the dark void of space. He was flailing and terrified and utterly alone. He braced for impact, but it never came. He cried for mercy he would never see. He felt the searing heat and the demons ripping at his eyes and face with claws like razors. And then, in a terrifying flash of clarity, he realized it would never end. ↗

— Joel C. Rosenberg

#end-times #ezekiel-option #hell #joel-rosenberg #death

Perfect preservation isn't life, it’s death. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#life #preservation #death

...his sleep, though deep as death itself, was not dreamless this time, but threaded with ghostly wisps of dreams. These wisps were clearly recognizable as scraps of odors. At first they merely floated in thin threads past Grenouille's nose, but then they grew thicker, more cloudlike. And now it seemed as if he were standing in the middle of a moor from which fog was rising. The fog slowly climbed higher. Soon Grenouille was completely wrapped in fog, saturated with fog, and it seemed he could not get his breath for the foggy vapor. If he did not want to suffocate, he would have to breathe the fog in. And the fog was, as noted, an odor. And Grenouille knew what kind of odor. The fog ws his own odor. His, Grenouille's, own body odor was the fog. And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that his odor was his odor, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself! ↗

— Patrick Süskind

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It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and--what will perhaps make you wonder more--it takes the whole of life to learn how to die. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#dying #learning #life #living #time

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, 'He was a man who didn't believe in violence, He's a good man... and dead. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

#l-amour #noremorse #violence #western #death

I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death. ↗

— Thomas Nagel

#dying #death

That can happen when people die, the argument with them drops away and people so flawed while they were drawing breath that at times they were all but unbearable now assert themselves in the most appealing way, and what was least to your liking the day before yesterday becomes in the limousine behind the hearse a cause not only for sympathetic amusement but for admiration ↗

— Philip Roth

#death

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood. ↗

— Homer

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