#death

If death were not the prelude to another life, our current life would merely be a cruel joke. ↗

— Gandhi

#life #death

Through the heartfelt mercies of our God, God's Sunrise will break in upon us, Shining on those in the darkness, those sitting in the shadow of death, Then showing us the way, one foot at a time, down the path of peace. ↗

— Luke

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Iam not scared of death because I don't want to live this useless life. ↗

— Raffid

#life #death

Even corpses had purpose, or could be given one. A man could make himself an island his entire life, only to have reason itself laid about him, a fabricated existence. Identity became relative, history nonexistent. As they said, dead men told no tales. ↗

— Chris Galford

#purpose #reason #death

Ο θάνατος είναι πάντα από μόνος του μια απόδειξη ειλικρίνειας. ↗

— Graham Greene

#philosophical #truth #death

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#delhi #farakka-express #ghosts #india #travel

Flaxfield died on a Friday which was a shame, because he always ate a trout for dinner on Friday, and it was his favourite. ↗

— Toby Forward

#fish #trout #untimely #death

I hold the key to his heart right here." He lifted a briefcase from his side to show her. "All we have to do is wind it up again. ↗

— Jennifer Hudock

#heart #beauty

Three causes especially have excited the discontent of mankind; and, by impelling us to seek remedies for the irremediable, have bewildered us in a maze of madness and error. These are death, toil, and the ignorance of the future.. ↗

— Charles Mackay

#madness #death

That's how it is: even in the throes of death, man is always on stage. And even 'the plainest' of them, the least exhibitionist, because it's not always the man himself who climbs on stage. If he doesn't do it, someone will put him there. That is his fate as a man. ↗

— Milan Kundera

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