#death

Love is like wearing all red to a funeral, out of respect for the fact that the recently deceased got stabbed 17 times by a cherry Kool-Aid flavored icicle. I'd also recommend bringing your own boom box blasting out "Ice Ice Baby" as you dance down the aisle of the church.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#dancing #death #fact #funeral #funny

They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#philosophers #soul #wise #death

The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she knew all too well, of the brevity of life. ↗

— Sarah Ash

#death #grave #life #loss #time

You will never get a satisfactory answer, no matter how much effort or reason you expend, to these types of questions. You probably can't even hope to acquire even mildly strong evidence either way. You will never know, beyond doubt, in advance, what is going to happen to you when you die. Never! And really why should you care? Why do you give a rat's ass? You're five years old. Don't worry about what happens when you die, worry about what happens when you live for crying out loud! Christ, if I was your age, I'd be out living it up, hitting on chicks, getting drunk, c'mon. You with me kid? ↗

— Sergio De La Pava

#life #revelry #uncertainly #age

For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she noticed that the child's face had gone yellow, the lips were turning blue, the nose looked sharper, and the eyes were sunken. She kissed them several times, and would not have been particularly surprised if Virginie had opened them again: to minds like hers the supernatural is a simple matter. She laid her out, wrapped her in a shroud, put her in her coffin, placed a wreath on her, and spread out her hair. It was fair and amazingly long for her age. Félicité cut off a big lock, half of which she slipped into her bosom, resolving never to part with it. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#love #superstition #age

Love is a circular emotion that surrounds you, like a hug. Or a noose.
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— Jarod Kintz

#emotion #emotions #funny #hug #humor

Everyone may be called "comrade," but some comrades have the power of life and death over other comrades. ↗

— Thomas Sowell

#death

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born. ↗

— Homer

#death #fate #greece #grief #wisdom

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#death #divorce #infidelity #marriage #seperation

Today, girls,' said Miss Renshaw, 'we shall go out into the beautiful Gardens and think about death. ↗

— Ursula Dubosarsky

#schoolgirls #teachers #beauty