#death

If I could find one word that would shudder the air like that frightened sob, that wordless prayer of my newly-born, who drew one breath, and with unopened eyes sank back into death; If I could break the world's cold heart with that cry, then this grief would lift and I could die. ↗

— Kenneth L. Patton

#grief #loss #poetry #death

get back, get back! ill turn you into a piglet! ast a bula- no wait. that turns ME into a piglet!! ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

Never pity missionaries; envy them. They are where the real action is -- where life and death, sin and grace, Heaven and Hell converge. ↗

— Robert C. Shannon

#heaven #hell #missionary #death

But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#rain #death

Nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death. ↗

— Titus Lucretius Carus

#death

I want a homing beacon on your vehicle." "There will be." "No, I want one on before we leave the grounds in the morning. I'll see to it." Give and take, she reminded herself. Even when--maybe especially when--give and take was a pain in the ass. "Okay. But there go my plans to slip off and meet Pablo the pool boy for an hour of hot, sticky sex." "We all have to make sacrifices. Myself, I've had to reschedule my liaison with Vivien the French maid three times in the last couple of days." "Blows," Eve said as they slipped into bed. "She certainly does. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#homing-beacon #roarke #death

You hear even a hint that a blizzard’s coming, Roxanne Giselle, you go straight to the store and buy toilet paper, you hear me? And make a pot of chili or stew. Don’t get caught out. I don’t want a phone call saying you starved to death, stuck in the house with no stew. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#romance #death

It reminds me of an old joke: What did the Zombie say to the whore?" I looked at him blankly. "Um....what?" He winked. "Keep the tip. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Or maybe the ugliness is in us. That's just the way we are. Underneath the pretense of civilization. ↗

— Bethany Griffin

#death

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains. ↗

— Peter Heller

#dying #life #nature #death