#death

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#death #murder #death

God has chosen to save the world through the cross, through the shameful and powerless death of the crucified Messiah. If that shocking event is the revelation of the deepest truth about the character of God, then our whole way of seeing the world is turned upside down… all values are transformed… God refuses to play games of power and prestige on human terms. ↗

— Richard Hays

#god #power #suffering #weakness #death

Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset? ↗

— Daniele Varè

#color #death #funeral #death

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

— Neil Gaiman

#death

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#green #mamaba #death

As the cleansing ocean closes over bin Laden's carcass, may the earth lie lightly on the countless graves of those he sentenced without compunction to be burned alive or dismembered in the street. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#death

Pentru mine, moartea este doar hotarul unde inceteaza sa mai existe "maine". Numai pana acolo poti sa iubesti, sa visezi, sa regreti. Brusc, tot ce n-ai facut va ramane pentru totdeauna nefacut. ↗

— Octavian Paler

#death

the meeting between ignorance and knowledge, between brutality and culture - it begins in the dignity with which we treat the dead ↗

— Frank Herbert

#death

When compared to the fact that he might very well be dead by this time tomorrow, whether he was courageous or not today was pointless, empty. When compared to the fact that he might be dead tomorrow, everything was pointless. It just didn't make any difference. It was pointless to the tree, it was pointless to every man in his outfit, pointless to everybody in the whole world. Who cared? It was not pointless only to him; and when he was dead, when he ceased to exist, it would be pointless to him too. More important: Not only would it be pointless, it would have been pointless all along. This was an obscure and rather difficult point to grasp. Understanding of it kept slipping in and out on the edges of his mind. It flickered, changing its time sense and tenses. At those moments when he understood it, it left him with a very hollow feeling. ↗

— James Jones

#emptiness #pointlessness #understanding #change

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever. ↗

— Anne Rice

#hope #wisdom #death