#death

Why do we always think our pain will be less if we can make others suffer more? ↗

— Michael J. Collins

#death

Listen to me. I will spill my insides for you once only. We were three—I am the green, the growing, the day. I loved the moon, the silver night, and he loved the sunshine, fierce and hot, and she loved me because the sun must love the day. And the sun and I stood in a valley of stone and faced death, because we wanted to spare the night, who had suffered a thousand deaths already, and we didn't want him to bleed any more. But he would not allow it. He swooped from the sky and clenched death in both hands, and we wore his blood like skin. ↗

— Amy Lane

#death

Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#death

My grandmother's death had given me a heightened sense of individual solitude, of each one of us walking towards his own death, with no one able to help us or hold us back. ↗

— Françoise Gilot

#death

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister. ↗

— Adam Rapp

#first-sentence #murder #death

Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it's made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#life #literature #philosophy #writing #death

What I am really writing about, what I have always written about, is the idea of human freedom, human community, the real world which makes both possible, and the new technocratic industrial state which threatens the existence of all three. Life and death, that's my subject, and always has been - if the reader will look beyond the assumptions of lazy critics and actually read what I have written. Which also means, quite often, reading between the lines: I am a comic writer and the generation of laughter is my aim. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#writing #death

Не се тревожи - усмихваше се той.- Да умреш е много по-трудно, отколкото човек си мисли. В неговия случай бе вярно. Увереността, че денят му е насрочен, го облече в загадъчна неприкосновеност, в безсмъртие до определен срок, което го направи неуязвим за опасностите на войната и му позволи накрая да извоюва едно поражение, много по-трудно, много по-кърваво и скъпо, отколкото победата. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#fight #war #death

The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. ↗

— James Patterson

#understanding #death

I first became aware of death when my father held me up to see the view from the top of the Empire State Building. I thought that if he moved me just one foot over, I would die. But I trusted him to hold me tight. I wouldn’t fall over, and he would place me down safely. ↗

— Chrissi Sepe

#empire-state-building #death