#death

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#death

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly. ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#religious #death

Life has to end, she said. Love doesn't. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#death #dying #endings #inspirational #life

Pressing my head to his heart, I listened hard, straining to hear any gurgle or murmur of life. Hearing nothing, I felt the shock settle into my mind, slowing it down and then turning it off. "Don't leave me, Noah. Please, don't go," I whispered into the darkness as the light spray of rain touched my face. If only I could turn back time. I would tell him yes. ↗

— Karen Ann Hopkins

#grief #losing-someone #love #regret #death

Injun Joe studied the body for a moment, his eyes sad. Then he said, "I'd rather go in my sleep, I think." He glanced back at me. "What about you?" "I want to be stepped on by an elephant while having sex with identical triplet cheerleaders," I said. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresden-files #harry-dresden #death

Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known, For brooks that I had crossed, ...Before I met this flesh and bone And followed and was lost… .And though they break my heart at last, Yet name no name of ills. Say only, "Here is where he passed, Seeking again those hills. ↗

— Witter Bynner

#melancholy #regret #yearning #death

Apocalypse is a frame of mind." [Nicodemus] said then. "A belief. A surrender to inevitability. It is a despair for the future. It is the death of hope. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#philosophy #death

If I die, who’s going to take care of my shadow? Or will it return to the night, from whence it came? While I sleep at night I keep my shadow folded neatly in my underwear drawer. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#die #funny #random #shadow #death

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #humor #j-d-robb #roarke #death

If there was a hell beyond what he knew, he would welcome it. He had no reason not to. After all, a life without living was simply a death without dying. What more was there to fear or hate but life, endless life, with no respite? ↗

— Ais

#evenfall #icos #death