#death

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist. ↗

— Epicurus

#come #concern #death #does #exist

Lady of the silver moon Enchantress of the night Protect me and mine within this circle fairly cast. Earth Mother, mother of the sleeping earth, Keep safe all who gather here Within the protective shelter of your arms. By the earth that is Her body, By the air that is Her breath, By the fire that is Her bright spirit, And by the living waters of Her womb, Our circle is cast, None shall come to harm here, From any forces, On any level. As we will, So shall it be done. As we will, So mote it be. ↗

— Madelyn Alt

#protection #wicca #death

Trebalo bi ubijati prošlost sa svakim danom što se ugasi. Izbrisati je da ne postoji, da ne boli. Lakše bi se podnosio dan što traje, ne bi se merio onim što više ne postoji. Ovako se mešaju utvare i život, pa nema ni čistog sećanja, ni čistog života. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#život #death

Vending Machine: "This product has no known nutritional value and may cause irritability or wakefulness in some individuals. Please enjoy your selection and your day." Eve: "Up yours. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with stranger eons, even death may die. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#death

I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear the rain fall on dry leaves / And chat a bit with death across foggy nights. ↗

— James Kavanaugh

#death

Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#izzy #jace #suspense #death

I’ll never speak to God again. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #death

If you’re looking for the full deal, the till-death deal, then look at me. No one’s ever going to love you, stick by you, understand how you work the way I do. (Malcolm Kavanaugh) ↗

— Nora Roberts

#love #death

Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life #will-herondale #death