#death

Having then for the first time clearly understood that before every man, and before himself, there lay only suffering, death, and eternal oblivion, he had concluded that to live under such conditions was impossible; that one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself. But he had done neither the one nor the other, yet he continued to live, think, and feel, had even at that very time got married, experienced many joys, and been happy whenever he was not thinking of the meaning of his life. What did that show? It showed that he had lived well, but thought badly. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#death

Look . . . at . . . me. . . . ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#severus-snape #death

I think it's cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I'd feel honored. ↗

— Ke$ha

#death #fashion #roadkill #death

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of. ↗

— Richard S. Prather

#death

Eve: “If you ended up naked and dead with another woman, I'd do the Rumba on your corpse.” Roarke: “You can't do the Rumba.” Eve: “I'd take lessons first.” Roarke: “You might very well. Not that you'll ever get the chance, but you'd also grieve.” Eve: “Wouldn't give you the satisfaction. You cheating f-wit putz. Roarke: “You'd weep in the dark and call my name.” Eve: “Call your name alright. How are things in hell? You dickless bastard. And I'd laugh and laugh, that's how I''d call your name.” Roarke: “Christ Jesus Eve, I love you.” --Eve, Roarke ↗

— J.D. Robb

#relationships #death

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#death

You see what you expect to see, Severus. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#what-goes-around-comes-around #death

I have always regarded as a stroke of good fortune that I was not born or brought up in a small American town; they may be the backbone of the nation, but they are also the backbone of ignorance, bigotry, and boredom, all in vast quantities. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#americans #ignorance #society #death

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#hurt-him #roarke #death

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#death