#death

They were handsome, proper and normal family fathers who built the concentration camps and whipped the prisoners to death. And who was Nietzsche? A narcotized syphilitic. ↗

— Jens Bjørneboe

#injustice #nietzsche #death

We cannot imagine Life without Death, because the entire Life rests on Death, otherwise it wouldn't exist. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

Some years later, long after he and Megadeth parted company, Jay Jones was stabbed to death with a butter knife during-rumor has it-a fight over a bolonga sandwich. That's not funny, of course. But, if you knew Jay, neither is it particularly suprising. ↗

— Dave Mustaine

#death #megadeth #death

A Parting Guest What delightful hosts are they— Life and Love! Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not withheld from me Their high hospitality. So, with face lit with delight And all gratitude, I stay Yet to press their hands and say, Thanks.—So fine a time! Good night. ↗

— James Whitcomb Riley

#funeral #poetry #death

...why can't I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and qualities of light where my father is, not to solve anything but just simply even to see it again one last time, before what, before it ends, before it stops. But it doesn't stop; it simply ends. It is a final pattern scattered without so much as a pause at the end, at the end of what, at the end of this. ↗

— P. Harding

#dying #father-and-son #life #death

A 'civilization' that makes such a ridiculous fuss about alleged 'war crimes' - acts of violence against the actual or potential enemies of one's cause - and tolerates slaughterhouses and vivisection laboratories, and circuses and the fur industry (infliction of pain upon creatures that can never be for or against any cause), does not deserve to live. ↗

— Savitri Devi

#life #strength-and-courage #war-crimes #weakness #courage

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off. ↗

— Johnny Carson

#calls #continue #days #death #fingernails

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death. ↗

— Angela Carter

#except #life #life and death #matter #nothing

The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, ‘Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There’s already enough beauty where you are. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#closure #death #denial #grief #loss

After Elsa’s death, Einstein established a routine that as the years passed varied less and less. Breakfast between 9 and 10 was followed by a walk to the institute. After working until 1pm he would return home for lunch and a nap. Afterwards he would work in his study until dinner between 6.30 and 7pm. If not entertaining guests, he would return to work until he went to bed between 11 and 12. He rarely went to the theatre or to a concert, and unlike Bohr, hardly ever watched a movie. He was, Einstein said in 1936, ‘living in the kind of solitude that is painful in one’s youth but in one’s more mature years is delicious’. ↗

— Manjit Kumar

#einstein #quantum #death