#death

I remember being stunned at the New York skyline as I drove over this big freeway, coming across the flats in Seacaucus. All of a sudden it was looming up in front of me and I almost lost control of the car. I thought it was a vision. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#new-york #death

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#inkdeath #men #women #death

Tell me what it is like to die," I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. "You experience something similar every day," he said softly. "It is as familiar to you as bread and butter." "Yes," I said. "It is like every night when I fall asleep." "No. It is like every morning when you wake up. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#death

When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #life #looking-for-alaska #pain #death

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life #life

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#night-star #death

A piece of me is gone," she told me once while we were bra shopping. "I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#ya #death

To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood's limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress-this will happen, mark me. Childhood's end. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#growing-up #death

He knew now that it was his own will to happiness which must make the next move. But if he was to do so, he realized that he must come to terms with time, that to have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre. ↗

— Albert Camus

#idleness #retirement #time #death

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #pain #sorrow #death