#death

I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee. ↗

— Ben Jonson

#death

Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived. ↗

— Mary Shelley

#love #misfortune #sorrow #death

I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#depressing #love #death

Do not be discouraged by the resistance you will encounter from your human nature; you must go against your human inclinations. Often, in the beginning, you will think that you are wasting time, but you must go on, be determined and persevere in it until death, despite all the difficulties. ↗

— Brother Lawrence

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He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #death

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#death #faith #hope #life #love

How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise? ↗

— Robert Nathan

#storm #time-travel #death

As with men, it has always seemed to me that books have their own peculiar destinies. They go towards the people who are waiting for them and reach them at the right moment. They are made of living material and continue to cast light through the darkness long after the death of their authors. ↗

— Miguel Serrano

#books #death

J'écoutais mon cœur. Je ne pouvais imaginer que ce bruit qui m'accompagnait depuis si longtemps pût jamais cesser. ↗

— Albert Camus

#death #heart #imagination #la-mort #death

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide ↗

— Sri Chinmoy

#dying #death