#death

A person has to be told he is going to die before he can live life to the fullest. True or false?' 'False. Once your death is established, it becomes impossible to live a satisfying life.' 'Would you prefer to know the exact date and time of your death?' 'Absolutely not. It's bad enough to fear the unknown. Faced with the unknown, we can pretend it isn't there. Exact dates would drive many to suicide, if only to beat the system. ↗

— Don Delillo (White Noise)

#ends #fear #white-noise #dating

When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die. ↗

— Gautama Buddha

#buddha-quotes #buddhism #death #emotion #five-aggregates

Maybe Laney's right. Maybe June did love me. But I'm far less certain that she knew I loved her. Did she realise how much I needed her around? It's not like I ever told her. I was too wrapped up in my own world to notice what was going on in hers. Even if she did know, it wasn't enough to count. It wasn't enough to make her stay. So really, what did it matter, in the end? The bottom line is, it's my fault. I didn't love her enough. I didn't do enough. I wasn't enough. There's no excuse. There is nothing that will ever make that okay. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#grief #loss #love #death

Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#fate #inpirational #life #death

We never said farewell, not even looked Our last upon each other, for no sign Was made when we the linked chain unhooked And broke the level line. And here we dwell together, side by side, Our places fixed for life upon the chart, Two islands that the roaring seas divide Are not more far apart. ↗

— Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

#poetry #death

Christ can forgive you," he whispered, though he didn't believe it. There wasn't a hint of compassion in those ice-blue eyes. "That's grand," she said. Her features became again those of the pleasant brown-haired nurse. She smiled, pulled the pillow from under his head, and covered his face. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#christianity #evil #murder #nurse #suffocation

As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him with unwanted intensity. ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#death #death

The true terror Jonah thought the true mystery of life was not that we are all going to die but that we were all born that we were all once little babies like this unknowing and slowly reeling in the world gathering it loop by loop like a ball of string. The true terror was that we once didn't exist and then through no fault of our own we had to. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#death

I am planting a tree in this bomb crater to remind us that in the midst of death, there is life... and hope. ↗

— Robert S. Graetz

#hope #nonviolence #death

The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see. ↗

— Ken Kesey

#death