#death

You just hang in there, boy, hang in with that apprenticeship of yours, do you hear me? You are lucky they would even take someone like you. You’re a child of the slums. A ragtag. On top of that, you’re a whining piece of shit. Nobody will ever do anything for you. Do you understand what I’m saying? They’ll let you starve to death, no problem. Nobody is going to cry on your grave.” Poul-Erik’s Mother The Informer by Steen Langstrup ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#mothers #noir-style #scandinavian-mysteries #death

There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#death #k-a-tucker #ten-tiny-breaths #death

He is my valentine, he's dark, he's mine, he knows everyone. His name is Death. ↗

— Izicain

#valentine #death

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after his death. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#death

We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive. ↗

— Alexis M. Smith

#stories #death

[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return ↗

— George Washington

#death #permitted #return #traveler #death

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#poetry #suicide #death

Dead is dead. For whatever reason. And in choice between life and death, there is no other choice. ↗

— David Levithan

#insperational #life #death

The guard looked down at the scarlet bloodstains blooming on his chest. He appeared to think of something that he needed to say, but as his lips began to form the words, his knees gave up the strain of supporting his ruined bulk. He collapsed to the floor, his throat issuing a final sound like a bubbling casserole. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#dying #death

This whole goddam house stinks of ghosts. I don’t mind so much being haunted by a dead ghost, but I resent like hell being haunted by a half-dead one. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#ghosts #haunted #resentment #death