#death

The name of the human who is written in this note shall die. ↗

— Tsugumi Ohba

#death

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#death

[The witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#witch #death

It is life that hurts you not death. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#keturah-and-lord-death #martine-leavitt #death

They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers. ↗

— Rebecca Serle

#death #love #shakespeare #death

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears. ↗

— Pauline Réage

#cruelty #dark #faith #god #love

Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life. ↗

— Steve Jobs

#life #life-and-death #death

What if it's as simple as one moment? One tiny thing, like that kiss on the rocks? What if I'd kissed him a little longer? Would he be alive right now? Or what if I'd stayed with him Friday night, what if I'd been with him… wherever he was? ↗

— Kristina McBride

#grief #missing #what-if #death

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#death #horror #murder #poetry #primal-scene

It's what's known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That's no myth. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#myths #persephone #pierce-oliviera #death