#death

If you look at your class as anything less than life or death, you do not deserve to be a teacher. If you walk into the classroom ten minutes late, week after week, you need to resign. You wouldn't come in late on your job all the time, but I venture to guess that some of you do it on Sunday. ↗

— Bill Wilson

#death

Am I dying or is this my birthday? (When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside.) ↗

— Lady Nancy Astor

#death

I'll fall.' 'You wont fall.' 'I'll fall. I'll fall and I'll die.' As I said it, I could see it happening. The foot stepping on air, pulling the rest of my body with it, tree limbs breaking as I plummeted down. 'No,' he said, his voice assured, 'You'd never do that to me. ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#falling #death

The continual cracking of your feet on the road makes a certain quantity of road come up into you. When a man dies they say he returns to clay but too much walking fills you up with clay far sooner (or buries bits of you along the road) and brings your death half-way to meet you. It is not easy to know what is the best way to move yourself from one place to another. ↗

— Flann O'Brien

#death

That which has died falls not out of the universe. If it stays here, it also changes here, and is dissolved into its proper parts, which are elements of the universe and of thyself. And these too change, and they murmur not". ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#change

If you make every game a life-and-death thing, you’re going to have problems. You’ll be dead a lot. ↗

— Dean Smith

#life-and-death #death

Death is not a memory you can fake. ↗

— Jessica Brody

#death

Hal frowned. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Uh, live in a tropical paradise for a week and sip fruity drinks with umbrellas in them by the pool? Yeah, Hal," I said, cranking up the sarcasm far past eleven, "that's a fate worse than death. I don't know what I was thinking." "No," he said, stretching the word out longer than was healthy for it, "I was thinking more like going on a honeymoon without a wife." I dropped a sock and looked up at him, stung. "Don't rub it in, man. ↗

— Cary Attwell

#left-at-the-altar #death

Nikad čovjek ne smije misliti da je siguran, ni da je umrlo što je prošlo. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#mesa-selimovic #meša-selimović #death

Grief shared was grief lessened. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#grief #life #death