#death

Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death

Swiftly the remembrance of all things is buried in the gulf of eternity. ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#life-and-death #philosophy #death

Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#death

Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#disneyland #nihilism #death

Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys. ↗

— Stephen Crane

#drowning #king-neptune #neptune #ocean #poseidon

You coming?" She hesitated, weighing her options. Risk running back down the flaming aisles to find another exit? Or trust the guy who'd been stalking her all afternoon? The fire spread to the nearby shelves. The heat was growing unbearable. "You cut me deep," he said. "You'd actually choose a fiery death over the prospect of my company. I have to admit, that stings a bit. ↗

— Jena Leigh

#declan #revival #death

What sets a man writhing sleepless in bed at night is not having injured his fellow so much as having been wrong; the mere injury he can efface by destroying the victim and the witness but the mistake is his and that is one of his cats which he always prefers to choke to death with butter. ↗

— William Faulkner

#death

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #funerals #humorous #death

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#change

Embryos think with each stage of their development that they have now reached the only condition that really suits them. This, they say, must certainly be their last, inasmuch as its close will be so great a shock that nothing can survive it. Every change is a shock; every shock is a pro tanto death. What we call death is only a shock great enough to destroy our power to recognize a past and a present as resembling one another. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#change