#death

We will always ask ourselves the same questions ....We will always need to be humble enough to accept that our heart knows why we are here.... Yes, it’s difficult to talk to your heart and perhaps it isn’t even necessary We simply have to trust and follow the signs and live our Personal Legend; sooner or later, we will realise that we are all part of something, even if we can’t understand rationally what that something is. They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for existence and out of that moment Heaven or Hell is born. ... ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#death

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

Being dead does have its advantages.”-Alastor ↗

— Dana Michelle Burnett

#death #dying #ghost #ghosts #haunted-houses

The ethereal beauty of the female semblance conceals that they really are dangerous like a great white shark in the most peaceful and deep water. (quote from the exhibit at the Cultural Museum) ↗

— Czon

#female-truth #females #scared-to-death #woman-s-charm #women-s-strength

Max felt his eye twitching. He knew he should be yelling, but his limbs wouldn’t move. This was what it felt like to be paralyzed with rage. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finally go utterly psychotic and prove the whole town right. He was going to walk over to those arrogant assholes and take the first one apart. Then he’d beat the other one to death with his dead brother’s leg. He looked to his own brother. Rye would save him from his towering rage. Rye would have calming words. Rye would talk him down. Rye’s face was red as he pointed at the young cowboys. “You, kill now, Max. ↗

— Sophie Oak

#sophie-oak #three-to-ride #death

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas. ↗

— Carolyn Kizer

#commas #death #kizer #poetry #poets

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there. ↗

— David Mitchell

#death

Sometimes, inflexibility creates a callus, scarring over all the bitterness and disappointment improperly, and there is no honest way to break that silence or that infinite distance, not even in death, not even in memory. ↗

— Víctor del Árbol

#relationships #resentment #death

How fortunate we were who still had hope I did not then realise; I could not know how soon the time would come when we should have no more hope, and yet be unable to die ↗

— Vera Brittain

#hope #death