#death

I'm not supposed to be able to speak clearly, and decipher what's going on in the media. I'm supposed to be the typical amateur who's 22 and scared to death and can't believe he won the Olympics. ↗

— Carl Lewis

#amateur #believe #clearly #death #decipher

Death, the final, triumphant lover. ↗

— Bela Lugosi

#final #lover #triumphant

But I've found that to talk too much about movies is the kiss of death. If it happens then it happens, is all. ↗

— Brian Lumley

#death #found #happens #i #kiss

If what you do is being threatened as a profession, that could be scary. But that's the same reason why I walked out on stage many times after receiving death threats. I couldn't live without doing what I wanted to do. So at the same time I have to be willing to die for it. ↗

— Marilyn Manson

#being #could #death #die #doing

I can choose to accelerate my disease to an alcoholic death or incurable insanity, or I can choose to live within my thoroughly human condition. ↗

— Mercedes McCambridge

#alcoholic #choose #condition #death #disease

Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself. ↗

— Bryant H. McGill

#death #desire #expend #great #great hope

At different points in my life, I had grappled with the idea of going into the priesthood - in high school or law school. Where it ends, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps it ends with death, grappling with one's spirituality. ↗

— James McGreevey

#different #different points #ends #going #grappling

Suicide is an attack on society--an attack on its omnipotence, on its denial of death, and on its own despair. ↗

— Robert E. Neale

#society #suicide #art

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#chill #clearly #death #eyes #heart

It was a lesson she was still learning. When she had first started nursing, she had taken every death personally, like she was losing her father all over again. Every patient lost under her care was a little piece of death she would carry around with her until the end of her own life. But the alternative seemed so unfeeling. Tina and the other nurses could crack jokes and banter back and forth about contestants on American Idol before the body of a deceased patient was even cold. It was a coping mechanism, she knew, but not necessarily one she thought she would ever adopt. There had to be something in between. Olive had been called a bleeding heart before, but her heart no longer had the same plasticity and tenderness—it was scarred and worn beyond repair ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#death #lesson #loss #nurse #nursing