#death

If our countries had war the one with the other, that was no cause that he should put us to death; with which they were out of heart that their cruel pretense failed them. For which God be forever-more praised. ↗

— William Adams

#countries #cruel #death #failed #god

Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#death #last #longest #voyage

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#death #dying #remembering #death

Love makes you stupid. Love makes you weak. Love will kill you all one day, and it’s going to kill you today. ↗

— J.X. Burros

#love #scarlet-spotlight #vampire #death

Shriveled apple cores stood side by side on the window sill, a long row of them with their seed chambers bitten open and the pointed sees scattered on the floor. The brown, discolored remnants of their flesh bore the imprint of his grandfather's teeth. That was the image This was left with, the one that ever since was the first to recur when he thought of his dead grandfather: shriveled apple cores on the sill of a window that looked out onto an overgrown garden. ↗

— Hansjörg Schertenleib

#descriptive #death

Let me get this straight: You want to poison me nearly to death, put me out to the side of the road and then set me on fire, right?" "...It sounded a lot better when we were out in the mushroom patch." "Those must have been SOME mushrooms!" --Reggie Sinclair and The Witches in Training from Angela's Coven. ↗

— Bruce Jenvey

#death

The smoke detectors began to ring; for they were battery-powered and thus still functioned, just as a record can still be played after the death of every member of the orchestra. ↗

— William T. Vollmann

#music #time #death

I do not wish to say that one should love death; but one should love life so magnanimously, so without calculating and selecting, that love of death (the turned-away side of life) is continually and involuntarily included - which actually happens invariably in the great motions of love, which are impetuous and illimitable. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#love #death

But this, though: death, the whole of death,-even before life's begun, to hold it all so gently, and be good: this is beyond description! ↗

— Rilke

#death

Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

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