#death

We can't be sad for her," she murmured. "Only for ourselves at having to say good-bye. ↗

— Dorothy Love

#good-bye #sad #death

There are far more reasons for death than there are for life. ↗

— Sergei Lukyanenko

#anton-gorodetsky #death #life #death

I grieve to leave Thornfield: I love Thornfield - I love it, because I have lived in it a full and delightful life, -momentarily at least. I have not been trampled on. I have not been petrified. I have not been buried with inferior minds, and excluded from every glimpse of communion with what is bright and energetic, and high. I have talked, face to face, with what I reverence; with what I delight in, -with an original, a vigorous, an expanded mind. I have known you, Mr. Rochester; and it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of death. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#death

...those who break the law should be loved more and not less for their sin, for if we do not forgive then is sin added to sin and the end is death. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#forgiveness #love #sin #death

فالخوف من الموت ، موتُ قدّ يمتد مدى الحياة ↗

— أحلام مستغانمي

#fear #life #death

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#depression #earth #escape #fear #horror

I have thought carefully on how to leave this world, and I have concluded that I should exit the same way I entered: through a vagina. But not my mother’s. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #death

You can't drown yourself that simply. All good suicides involve speed and irreversibility, because the body will always move to protect itself against the sicko mind trying to do it in. ↗

— Josephine Humphreys

#death

Conner hadn’t liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he’d learned from his grandmother’s funeral that you have to go. It’s expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief—a little or a lot—is tucked into your pocket and carried away. ↗

— Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson

#grief #death

It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#death #dying #humor #shooting #death