#death

It's my life and my death. ↗

— Gary Gilmore

#life #my life

You feel it in there, pacing your heart sometimes, and it has what's called a defibrillator. Should I suffer that arhythmia, it's generally sudden death. And the paddles that are internal shock you back and restore your rhythm to its normal and natural state. ↗

— Victoria Gotti

#called #death #feel #generally #heart

A relationship between two people is made up, for the most part, of invisible things: memories, shared experiences, hopes and fears. When one person disappears, the other is left alone, as if holding a string with no kite. Memories can do a lot to sustain you, but the invisible stuff of the relationship is lost, even as unresolved issues remain: arguments never settled, kind words never uttered, things left un-said. They become like a splinter beneath the skin-unseen, but painful nevertheless. Until they're exposed, coping with the loss is impossible. ↗

— David Dosa

#inspirational #loss #relationships #death

Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law ↗

— David Clement-Davies

#death

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#sad #tragic #death

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #death

Let your hope of heaven master your fear of death. ↗

— William Gurnall

#fear #heaven #hope #master #your

And when [Bëor] lay dead, of no wound or grief, but stricken by age, the Eldar saw for the first time the swift waning of the life of Men, and the death of weariness which they knew not in themselves; and they grieved greatly for the loss of their friends. But Bëor at the last had relinquished his life willingly and passed in peace; and the Eldar wondered much at the strange fate of Men, for in all their lore there was no account of it, and its end was hidden from them. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#elves #man #middle-earth #age

She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned. ↗

— MaryJanice Davidson

#death

To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace. ↗

— Washington Irving

#peace #death