#death

I give no shit to what extent they believe in superstitions and fanaticism. But I will fight till death, if their fallacious belief hurts any individual. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#believe #fanaticism #superstitions #death

The past influences everything and dictates nothing. ↗

— Adam Phillips

#past #death

After they left the office, Peabody shoved her hands in her pockets. "These nicknames are pissing me off." "But you're not I'm-Too-Good-to-Pee-Body. Harris is." "It's my damn name. And now I have to pee. It's like my bladder has to prove something." "Pee at the bank. Consider it a deposit. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humor #peabody #death

Well, you already knew that life isn't fair, right?" he said. "I guess death isn't either. ↗

— Suzanne Harper

#fair #life #death

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#stories #death

I don't want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who died. I want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who left and actually did something with her life. Then died. ↗

— Ally Spina

#humor #successful #death

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dying #metaphor #death

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark. ↗

— Wisława Szymborska

#poetry #death

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death. ↗

— Guy Sajer

#dreams #happy #nightmares #reality #soldier

O night, O sweetest time, though black of hue, with peace you force all the restless work to end; those who exalt you see and understand, and he is sound of mind who honours you. You cut the thread of tired thoughts, for so you offer calm in your moist shade; you send to this low sphere the dreams where we ascend up to the highest, where I long to go. Shadow of death that brings to quiet close all miseries that plague the heart and soul, for those in pain the last and best of cures; you heal the flesh of its infirmities, dry and our tears and shut away our toil, and free the good from wrath and fretting cares. ↗

— Michelangelo Buonarroti

#death