#death

Everything in ...nature, is descended out that which is eternal, and stands as a. ..visible outbirth of it, so when we know how to separate out the grossness, death, and darkness. ..from it, we find. ..it in its eternal state. ↗

— William Law

#nature #death

But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the thing it looks upon to bless. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#human-impact #industrial-revolution #death

And that was the point of children, thought Caroline Meddey: to bind us to the earth and to the present, to distract us from death. ↗

— Amanda Coplin

#death #literature-quotes #death

This was Jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought Lilith was going to kill him, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. The way Shadowhunters did. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'I'm better than you'. Simon just hadn't realized it before. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death-song #jace-herondale #lilith #simon-lewis #death

To some extent I liken slavery to death. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#extent #i #liken #slavery #some

Let us speak of this in purely human terms. Oh! how pitiable a person who has never felt the loving urge to sacrifice everything for love, who has therefore been unable to do so! ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#death

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#live #suicide #tired #death

Everyday as we die, we must be reborn. If there were no death, life would be meaningless. ↗

— Boep Joeng

#die #reborn #death

It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavour now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in tha lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#musicians #death

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death does. ↗

— Gerald Brenan

#death #does #even #middle #middle age