#death

Ain't no decent woman ever had that many husbands to die from natural causes. ↗

— K. Martin Beckner

#humor #natural-causes #widow #death

It had been a war of kingly poisons, in the air, in the memory, in the blood. ↗

— Sebastian Barry

#war #wwi #death

Katharine: I can't keep up with you! Tom: I don't want you to keep up. I love you for yourself. - Death on the Family Tree ↗

— Patricia Sprinkle

#death

It's only amatter of time, and God's timming never second best ↗

— Nefrida Namira Maaruf

#death

By giving credence to the dangerous fallacy that different races exist, the Great Society naturally entrenched racism. ↗

— Dan Greenup

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Every breath you take is a step forward toward death. (Hazrat Ali-As) ↗

— Hazrat Ali ibn Abu-Talib

#wisdom-quote #death

En su habitación del hotel la muerte, desnuda, está delante del espejo. No sabe quién es. ↗

— José Saramago

#mirror #death

Flying High with the Angels ↗

— Debbie Ann Egdell

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We say that flowers return every spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested. The flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid. And as it is for spring flowers, so it is for us. ↗

— Daniel Abraham

#death #renewal #seasons #death

If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to "glorify God and enjoy Him forever." A comfort to the God-aimed, eternal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#death #grief #grieving #loss #miscarriage