#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

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is. ↗

— Mary Roach

#death

When it comes time to sit down and write the next book, you're deathly afraid that you're not up to the task. That was certainly the case with me after Snow Falling on Cedars. ↗

— David Guterson

#after #book #case #certainly #comes

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#death #objectivity #reality #death

A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire. ↗

— Richard Adams

#near-death #snare #death