#death

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#loss #memory #change

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#circling #death #dejan-stojanovic #dreams #eye

Times are not good here. The city is crumbling into ashes. It has been buried under taxes and frauds and maladministrations so that it has become a study for archaeologists...but it is better to live here in sackcloth and ashes than to own the whole state of Ohio. ↗

— Lafcadio Hearn

#death #life #new-orleans #nola #death

I am accountable. I am correctable. I am transformable. Presenting myself a living sacrifice to God. By the love of God. By the word of God. Completely supplied in Christ Jesus. Unto all good works. ↗

— Carlton T. Brown

#church #inspirational #religion #death

Was there any meaning to life or to war, that two men should sit together and jump within seconds of each other and yet never meet on the ground below? ↗

— David Kenyon Webster

#war #death

Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead. ↗

— Denise Grover Swank

#death

I had you pictured dead in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace. And now you show up alive, and I want to kill you myself. (Zack) ↗

— Jennifer Crusie

#death

At the sound of my name, those two worlds on either side of me collide, and my lips meet his. Time ceases to exist, and so, apparently does any logic that my mind is hanging on to. Logic would say that this is insane; every other fibre of my being says it's right. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#logic-of-heart #love #romance #time #death

I never saw Death before, and now I see That it is warring eyes in a woman's form. ↗

— Thiruvalluvar

#love #woman #death

A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#death