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I wish Lucilius you had been so happy as to have taken this resolution long ago I wish we had not deferred to think of an happy life till now we are come within light of death But let us delay no longer ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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Just consider how terrible the day of your death will be Others will go on speaking and you will not be able to argue back ↗

— Ram Mohan Roy

#death #death

Men that look no further than outside think health an appurtenance unto life and quarrel with our condition of being sick. But I who have looked at the innermost parts of man and known what tender filaments that fabric hangs on oft wonder that we are not always so. And considering the thousand doors that lead to death do thank our God that I can die but once". ↗

— Sir Thomas Browne

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In a letter, Martin Luther, one of the leaders of the Protestant Reformation, wrote to Hans von Rechenberg in 1522 about the possibility that people could turn to God after death, asking: "Who would doubt God's ability to do that? ↗

— Rob Bell

#rob-bell #death

We all must face death and walk with it. But we also must love and live in it. ↗

— Rolando Mithcell

#inspirational #love #poetry #death

لقد عرف كيف يموت ، كما عرف كيف يعيش ↗

— Isabel Allende

#life #death

Love, marriage, divorce, infidelity... life was the same here as anywhere else, wasn't? She realized now wrong she'd been; the pali wasn't a headstone and Kalaupapa wasn't a grave. It was a community like any other, bound by ties deeper than most, and people here went to their deaths as people did anywhere: with great reluctance, dragging the messy jumble of their lives behind them. ↗

— Alan Brennert

#death #life #death

The Winter Photograph was my Ariadne, not because it would help me discover a secret thing (monster or treasure), but because it would tell me what constituted that thread which drew me toward Photography. I had understood that henceforth I must interrogate the evidence of Photography, not from the viewpoint of pleasure, but in relation to what we romantically call love and death. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#photography #understanding #death

But on the whole the impression was neither of tragedy nor of comedy. There was no describing it. It was manifold and various; there were tears and laughter, happiness and woe; it was tedious and interesting and indifferent; it was as you saw it: it was tumultuous and passionate; it was grave; it was sad and comic; it was trivial; it was simple and complex; joy was there and despair; the love of mothers for their children, and of men for women; lust trailed itself through the rooms with leaden feet, punishing the guilty and the innocent, helpless wives and wretched children; drink seized men and women and cost its inevitable price; death sighed in these rooms; and the beginning of life, filling some poor girl with terror and shame, was diagnosed there. There was neither good nor bad there. There were just facts. It was life. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

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We've the whole wide world out there waiting for us, and we've forever to make the most've it. And that's the thing: enjoyin' life. Not livin' death, or anything stupid like that. What've we got to fear except the sun? ↗

— Garth Ennis

#garth-ennis #preacher #death