#death

In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#death

Voi rakkaani sydän on kylmä ja sammalta käteni kasvaa Minun reiteni mullassa hajoovat maaksi Ja haudalla risti jo lahona on. Olen maa. Olen maa johon tahdot. ↗

— Timo K. Mukka

#love #melancholy #death

So, sweeting, why were you threatening to throw Tate out of the house? What did he say?” Leather brushed her chin as he tipped it up. Serious dark eyes met hers. “What did he say?” She glanced around; surely the footmen were too far away to hear. “He wanted to join us in our bed.” “I’ll run him through.” “No! Perhaps he only said it to goad you into a duel. Perhaps it was intended as a way to kill you.” “It was an insult to you, love. That can’t be ignored.” “And so you rush inexorably toward death. I don’t care if he stands on a Drury Lane stage and calls me a courtesan, I won’t have you risking your life. ↗

— Sharon Page

#humor #insult #death

The sole equality on earth is death. ↗

— Philip James Bailey

#earth #equality #sole

But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of anything, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of subjection. [Henry V, Act IV Scene I] ↗

— William Shakespeare

#responsibility #death

And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#the-waves #death

Mostly I couldn't bear... the paltry notion that memory was all that eternal life really meant, and I spent too much time wondering where people got the fortitude or delusion to keep on moving past the static dead. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#memory #death

Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer’s day, a long-running sitcom, one’s life, and eventually our species. The question for many of us is not that everything will come to an end but when. And can we do anything vaguely useful until it does? ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#endings #usefulness #death

To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared, so when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death

I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#happiness #love #philosophy #death