#death

We cry for ourselves, don't we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring. ↗

— Clive Barker

#death

Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living." ~Duiker, pg. 353 Malazan Book of the Fallen, Deadhouse Gates ↗

— Steven Erikson

#death

There must be some other possibility than death or lifelong penance ... some meeting, some intersection of lines; and some cowardly, hopeful geometer in my brain tells me it is the angle at which two lines prop each other up, the leaning-together from the vertical which produces the false arch. For lack of a keystone, the false arch may be as much as one can expect in this life. Only the very lucky discover the keystone. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#happiness #harmony #keystones #love #marriage

I choose many voices to consider and reckon with, rather than just one to tolerate. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#consider #quotes #reckoning #tolerate #voice

Though the earth contains greater energy and mass than any single being, linked together, "people make the world go-round". ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#energy #mass #people #quotes #world

Seth and Jenny after they've escaped Alexander in Mexico. Seth: "Here's what we need to do. Find a flat area, like a farm, a little bit out of the way where we can spend a little time." Seth unbuttoned his black fatigues. Jenny: "Seth, I think we have more urgent things to think about..." Seth: "I know." He pushed his pants down to his knees. "I want to show you something. Jenny: "I've seen it before." Seth: "Ha ha." Seth tugged back the leg of his boxer shorts to reveal a black band around one thigh with a circular device mounted on it. ↗

— J.L. Bryan

#seth #death

They are stupid, they are beasts, they are meat, they are death. I am talking simply but without any affectation. ↗

— Vaslav Nijinsky

#death #meat #death

أنا أموت دون أن انتبه ↗

— Isabel Allende

#stories #death

The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death

The country people, indeed, did not always clearly distinguish between the Fairies and the dead. They called them both the 'Silent People'; and the Milky Way they thought was the path along which the dead were carried to Fairyland. ↗

— Hope Mirrlees

#fairies #fairy #fairyland #silent-people #the-dead