#death

I had an absurd desire to go down to her and make sure she was all right, and stay with her until dawn. I also had a fierce wish to bludgeon the two frat boys to death with a shovel. ↗

— Molly Ringle

#love #relationships #death

Death was far more certain than God. ↗

— Graham Greene

#death

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#tyrants #death

The fear of losing someone you love can turn people inside out. ↗

— Shannon Wiersbitzky

#fear #loss #death

I have reveled in my littleness and irresponsibility. It has relieved me of the harassing desire to live, I feel content to live dangerously, indifferent to my fate; I have discovered I am a fly, that we are all flies, that nothing matters. It’s a great load off my life, for I don’t mind being such a micro-organism—to me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe—such a great universe, so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible—and eternal, so that come what may to my “Soul,” my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part—I shall still have some sort of a finger in the Pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me—but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you. ↗

— W.N.P. Barbellion

#death #life #death

I cannot stop thinking that she is dead, and I cannot stop thinking that she cannot possibly be dead. People do not just die. I can’t catch my breath. ↗

— John Green

#death

I pronounce ye married, laird and lady. No’ ’til death will ye part. And now, Toran,” he added with a wink, “ye may kiss the bride. ↗

— Willa Blair

#highland-romance #historical-romance #romance #scottish-romance #death

Who can call a man dead whose words still hush us and whose sentiments move? ↗

— Clive Barker

#death

Du jour où il nait, l'homme commence à mourir; c'est la vérité qu'incarne la Mère. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#life #purpose-of-life #death

When Sean died she understood for the first time how completely human beings were dependent upon a suspension of disbelief in order to simply move forward through their days. If that suspension faltered, if you truly understood, even if only for a moment, that human beings were made of bones and blood that broke and sprayed with the slightest provocation, and that provocation was everywhere--in street curbs and dangling tree limbs, bicycles and pencils--well you would fly for the first nest in a tree, run flat-out for the first burrow you saw. ↗

— Erica Bauermeister

#death #humans #death