#death

Danger, Danger running cold               Knowing but fearing just the same                Death comes and yet you don’t let go               Standing while it’s steel bands hold               Don’t walk. Don’t walk where light can not shine               You know the warning has been told               It comes for what is mine and I know it will be so.               Let go, it’s all there is that’s left. Let go your sin has no wrath.               Danger was Hell’s last request.                Let go it’s all there is that’s left. Let go your sin has no wrath.               Forgiveness wasn’t given yet. Not yet. Not yet.               No regrets. ~ Dank Walker ↗

— Abbi Glines

#death

Why would a person prefer the accusations of guilt, unworthiness, ineptitude - even dishonor and betrayal- to real possibility? This may not seem to be the choice, but it is: complete self effacement, surrender to the "others", disavowal of any personal dignity and freedom-on the one hand; and freedom and independence, movement away from the others, extrication of oneself from the binding links of family and social duties-on the other hand. This is the choice that the depressed person actually faces. ↗

— Ernest Becker

#freedom #repression #death

We’re Nephilim. Every one of our life’s passages has some mystical component — our births, our deaths, our, marriages, everything has a ceremony and a rune. There is one as well if you wish to become someone’s parabatai. It’s no small commitment. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #death

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love #death

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#death

Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face. ↗

— James Dashner

#sarcasm #death

I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#hell #profound #death

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow, we're identical!" "I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#fred-weasley #george-weasley #weasley #weasley-twins #death

I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish. ↗

— Mark Haddon

#fear-of-death #death

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life--to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting? ↗

— George Eliot

#death #fellowship #love #marriage #memory