#death

We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#inspirational #life #death

Ohh, how clever," Aden said and clapped. "A death threat. You know what's funny? That's not even my first of the day. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#humor #intertwined #death

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #life #death

Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her. When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible. Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power ... that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#grief #loss #love #mothers #mourning

The death of a beloved is an amputation. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#death #death

And the worst part is before it gets any better we're heading for a cliff. And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom ↗

— Hayley Williams

#life-and-death #music-lyrics #death

I loved my mother too,' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does. ↗

— Anna Carey

#love #mother #death

I will live this day as if it is my last. …I will waste not a moment mourning yesterday’s misfortunes, Yesterday’s defeats, yesterday’s aches of the heart, for why should I throw good after bad?” I will live this day as if it is my last. This day is all I have and these hours are now my eternity. I greet this sunrise with cries of joy as a prisoner who is reprieved from death. I lift mine arms with thanks for this priceless gift of a new day. So too, I will beat upon my heart with gratitude as I consider all who greeted yesterday’s sunrise who are no longer with the living today. I am indeed a fortunate man and today’s hours are but a bonus, undeserved. Why have I been allowed to live this extra day when others, far better than I, have departed? Is it that they have accomplished their purpose while mine is yet to be achieved? Is this another opportunity for me to become the man I know I can be? ↗

— Og Mandino

#death

A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot ↗

— Martina McBride

#death #songs #death

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#lost #love #death