#death

Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#death-to-life #destruction #redemption #sanctification #transformation

Hanya ada satu kepastian, yaitu kepastian tentang masa lampau. Sedangkan tentang masa depan, yang ada hanyalah kepastian tentang kematian ↗

— Erich Fromm

#art

Where do you go when you die twice- lest a thousand deaths? ↗

— Katlyn Charlesworth

#historical-fiction #japan #death

Psychologists have clinically observed that overly prolonged grief in the bereaved usually signifies a poor relationship with the one who died. ↗

— Robert E. Neale

#grief #art

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#death

Why was I standing on the street when the window feel out of the building? Why did the bus run over me? Because it was my turn in the barrel, that's why. ↗

— Ellyn Bache

#art

...if in the heat of the dispute he insists and asks, 'Am I not the master of throwing myself out of the window?' I shall answer him, no; that whilst he preserves his reason there is no probability that the desire of proving his free agency, will become a motive sufficiently powerful to make him sacrifice his life to the attempt: if, notwithstanding this, to prove he is a free agent, he should actually precipitate himself from the window, it would not be a sufficient warranty to conclude he acted freely, but rather that it was the violence of his temperament which spurred him on to this folly. Madness is a state, that depends upon the heat of the blood, not upon the will. A fanatic or a hero, braves death as necessarily as a more phlegmatic man or a coward flies from it. ↗

— Paul Henri Thiry d'Holbach

#free-will #madness #mental-illness #death

Nell Armstrong was a demi-god, he succeded travelling to space, after numerous deaths. ↗

— Michael Author

#science #death

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#marriage #death

Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion, the odd taste of champagne in summer, and the art of promise-keeping. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#art