#death

Prijateljstvo se ne bira, rekao je, ono biva, ko zna zbog čega, kao ljubav. A ništa ja nisam tebi poklonio, već sebi. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#true-friends #death

When I look back on my life I come to one simple conclusion: there exists an intelligent, loving Presence in the Cosmos that will ultimately have its desire for relationship with us fulfilled; even our arrogant dismissal of its existence will not stop it in its tracks. The Enlightenment's god, the great idol of free will, lies smashed in pieces in its wake. The jealous Presence patiently draws us homeward like some gigantic electromagnetic beam. The Death Star in reverse. This divinity is, I believe, the 'Abba' of Jesus, a transcendence that will not be boxed in by religious misrepresentation... ↗

— Dylan Morrison

#death

I believe that living on the edge, living in and through your fear, is the summit of life, and that people who refuse to take that dare condemn themselves to a life of living death. ↗

— John H. Johnson

#death

After a battle lasting many ages, The Devil won, And said to God (who had been his Maker): Lord, We are about to witness the unmaking of Creation By my hand. I would not wish you to think me cruel, So I beg you, take three things From this world before I destroy it. Three things, and then the rest will be wiped away.' God thought for a little time. And at last He said: No, there is nothing.' The Devil was surprised. Not even you, Lord?' he said. And God said: No. Not even me. ↗

— Clive Barker

#love #age

And then I feel guilty, because I know all these offers are made in vain. I know I cannot get my mother back healthy for a day. ... My mom is sick, sick and dying, and no bargaining will change that. And it's in all the books, bargaining, which makes me embarrassed. Look at me grieving my textbook grief. - 150 ↗

— Robin Romm

#death-of-a-loved-one #grief #change

Every human occupation has it repertoire of stock phrases, within which every man twists and turn until his death. His vocabulary, which seems so lavish, reduces itself to a hundred routine formulas at most, which he repeats over and over. ↗

— Auguste de Villiers de l'Isle-Adam

#vocabulary #death

life is first boredom, then fear. whether or not we use it, it goes, and leaves what something hidden from us chose, and age, and then the only end of age. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#life #poetry-quotes #age

Does anyone else day dream about what it would be like if specific age groups just dropped dead all across the world? ↗

— Christy Leigh Stewart

#funny-and-random #generation #question #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