#death

God did not become flesh and suffer an ignominious death at our hands so that we could have sprawling church campuses, programs, and budgets. ↗

— Michael S. Horton

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If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set first to his clothing one night. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#horror #humanity #suicide #death

The shortest distance between two points is a time line, a schedule, a map of your time, the itinerary for the rest of your life. Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

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Freedom is about life or death, I would rather die fighting for it than die running away from the oppressor ↗

— Peter Mutanda

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Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom. ↗

— Carol Weekes

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After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of the loose dirt. They stood him up, his back to the well. In the dark, desperate sky, just above the scalloped line the treetops made, three stars formed a pleading little constellation. No one looked at them, no one cared. This was the time for death, not the time for mercy. ("The Number's Up") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death #night #night-sky #sky #death

Também no interior do corpo a treva é profunda, e contudo o sangue chega ao coração, o cérebro é cego e pode ver, é surdo e ouve, não tem mãos e alcança, o homem claro está, é o labirinto de si mesmo. ↗

— José Saramago

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Ora, a solidão, ainda vai ter de aprender muito para saber o que isso é, Sempre vivi só, Também eu, mas a solidão não é viver só, a solidão é não sermos capazes de fazer companhia a alguém ou a alguma coisa que está dentro de nós, a solidão não é uma árvore no meio duma planície onde só ela esteja, é a distância entre a seiva profunda e a casca, entre a folha e a raiz, Você está a tresvariar, tudo quanto menciona está ligado entre si, aí não há nenhuma solidão, Deixemos a árvore, olhe para dentro de si e veja a solidão, Como disse o outro, solitário andar por entre a gente, Pior do que isso, solitário estar onde nem nós próprios estamos. ↗

— José Saramago

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Think how much less stupefying the last fifty years might have been if people had actually read Marx. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

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You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose... That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself? ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

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