#death

The tags' chain stirs with the wind; and I sleep Paid, dead, and a soldier. Who fights for his own life Loses, loses: I have killed for my world, and am free. ↗

— Randall Jarrell

#poetry #death

Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control. ↗

— P.D. James

#murder #death

When I shut my eyes on this world I'll finally have peace. ↗

— Kevin Walker

#life #peace #poetry #death

if love only belongs to the life, why life is so short and death feels more timeless and completely separates our closeness? if so, why love doesn't belong to the death instead? ↗

— Aditia Rinaldi

#life #love #separates #death

Governments too steady and uniform, as they are seldom free, so are they, in the judgment of some attended with another sensible inconvenience: they abate the active powers of men; depress courage, invention, and genius; and produce a universal lethary in the people. ↗

— David Hume

#courage

Humans need their lives to make sense and to have meaning and purpose. Lack of meaning and purpose can override both the natural pace of progression to death and the instinctive struggle for life. People may sacrifice their lives in order to achieve meaning and purpose, or they may commit suicide in order to avoid meaninglessness. The role of medicine here is to expose false beliefs for which people may sacrifice themselves, and to help find realistic meanings that make life worthwhile. ↗

— Paul Valent

#psychotherapy #death

He wondered why it was easier to believe in a malevolent spirit than in a benign one. Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared eternal life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#fear #human-nature #life #spirit #death

Enlightenment, and the death which comes before it, is the primary business of Varanasi. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#enlightenment #india #travel #varanasi #business

Y todavía los que no murieron bajo las chozas ni se rajaron los huesos bajo los árboles ni se desangraron bajo las cuevas, ciegos de miedo y de ira acabaron despedazándose entre sí. Los pocos que no sufrieron quebranto, como recuerdo de la simpleza de sus corazones, se transformaron en monos. ↗

— Popol Vuh

#death #dioses #fear #humanidad #humanity

Though his health and family had been broken in the process, he'd found his purpose in life — to share the ancient key discovered anew in the garden: if we feed the earth, it will feed us. I see that is the secret, too, to living. Though the earth demands its sacrifices, spring will always return ↗

— Melissa Coleman

#nature-of-things #seasons #death