#death

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing? ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#grief #spirituality #death

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#evil #death

But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis. ↗

— Nicholson Baker

#life #death

But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue. ...No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#death #death

and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#death

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again. ↗

— Michael Buckley

#last-thoughts #death

All these years later, people still wonder about how Bruce died. I prefer to remember how he lived. ↗

— Linda Lee Cadwell

#death

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#sex #death

Every morning is my birthday and every night is my death-day. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#life #death

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long. ↗

— Stephen King

#death