#death

One of them hasn't got a uniform on or plainclothes either like the rest. He has on the white coat that is my nightmare and my horror. And in the crotch of one arm he is upending two long poles intertwined with canvas. The long-drawn-out death within life. The burial-alive of the mind, covering it over with fresh graveyard earth each time it tries to struggle through to the light. In this kind of death you never finish dying. ("New York Blues") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#insanity #mental-illness #death

We would also have to say goodbye to the joy of watching this next generation soak up the massive quantities of love their grandmother would have given them, and seeing them learn that there was someone in the world who loved them as much as their parents did: a grandmother who was delighted by all their quirks and who thought they were the most amazing creatures on earth. ↗

— Will Schwalbe

#grandmother #death

If your last words are somehow meant to encapsulate your entire existence, Liz finds um strangely appropriate. Um means nothing. Um is what you say while you're thinking of what you'll really say. Um suggests someone interrupted before they'd begun. Um is a fifteen-year-old girl who gets hit by a taxicab in front of a mall on the way to help pick out a prom dress for a prom she isn't even going to, for God's sake. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#interrupted #um #death

I've been to the other side...You're dead there, too. ↗

— Courtney Kirchoff

#death-and-dying #death

You can't tell that the coffin holds the body of a boy. He wasn't even sixteen but his coffin's the same size as a man's would be. It's not just that he was young, but because it was so sudden. No one should die the way he did; that's what the faces here say. I think about him, in there, with all that space, and I want to stop them. I want to open the box and climb in with him. To wrap him up in a duvet. I can't bear the thought of him being cold. And all the time the same question flails around my head, like a hawkmoth round a light-bulb: Is it possible to keep loving somebody when they kill someone you love? ↗

— C.J. Flood

#grief #love #death

Our minds of infinite possibilities have been plowed, seeded and cultivated by every word, institution and sacred belief we hold dear, to produce a foul harvest of exclusion, apathy, brute domination and death. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#beliefs #infinite-possibilities #mindfulness #death

ach, gebt mir meinen Tod, damit ich bleibe ↗

— Klaus Kinski

#sehnsucht-desire #tod #death

His life spells living. Your life or my life, apart from Him, spells death. ↗

— Ravi Zacharias

#life #living #death

A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth. ↗

— Thompson's Chain Reference

#death

Oh dear. I do believe this is self-pity. I am imagining myself dramatically dead, tragically taken from you and even more lamentably forgotten. What dreadful clichés war and social strife reduces us to, and how powerful the effect must be, if even I am so infected. I think I must pull myself together. ↗

— Iain Banks

#self-pity #war #death