#die

And have your mother put my head on a stake? Do you have any notion what that would do to my handsome good looks? ↗

— Catherine Gilbert Murdock

#obedience #parenting #humor

In a world full of commonplace tragedies, only one thing exists that truly has the power to save lives, and that is love. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#compassion #healing #hope #kindness #love

It seems you don't approve of the family business Katerina. Or of me. But these chances you take... These things you do... This is a dangerous life to live... alone. ↗

— Ally Carter

#uncle-eddie #uncommon-criminals #business

Time erodes us all. ↗

— Meg Rosoff

#bodies #death #deterioration #time #age

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#details #died #distinguish #ends #every

I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she's got a plan. That's what's good about Zoey. She'd better hurry up though, because I'm starting to think of things like carrots. And air. And ducks. And pear trees. Velvet and silk. Lakes. I'm going to miss ice. And the sofa. And the lounge. And the way Cal loves magic tricks. And white things- milk, snow, swans. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#thoughts #love

There would be no more offerings. Not this day. Not any day. Humankind had suffered enough for its love of gods, its long search for God. He thought of the many centuries in which his people, the Jews, had negotiated with God, complaining, bickering, decrying the unfairness of things but always - always - returning to obedience at whatever the cost. Generations dying in the ovens of hatred. Future generations scarred by the cold fires of radiation and renewed hatred. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#hatred #obedience #religion #searching #suffering

... men du ga fra deg dagene dine, én etter én ble de brukt opp, og til slutt var det ingen igjen, bare et tomt høl som sjelen din ble sugd inn i, et eneste stort og svart ingenting. Og så var det ikke mer. ↗

— Leif Østli

#inspriational #men

I took the thin magazine from the pouch in front of me and began to thumb through it. I felt self-conscious, as if I shouldn't be there. My mind began to wander, as I knew it would, back to the boonies. I was on patrol again. Monaco was on point. Peewee and Walowick followed him. Lobel and Brunner were next, then Johnson, the sixty cradled in his arm as if it were a child. We were walking the boonies, past rice paddies, toward yet another hill. I was in the rear, and for some reason I turned back. Behind me, trailing the platoon, were the others. Brew, Jenkins, Sergeant Dongan, Turner, and Lewis, the new guys, and Lieutenant Carroll. I knew I was mixing my prayers, but it didn't matter. I just wanted God to care for them, to keep them whole. I knew they were thinking about me and Peewee. ↗

— Walter Dean Myers

#fallen-angels #my-feels #soldiers #vietnam #war

Call me a nature nut. I love nature. I like to walk in nature, I use natural remedies, and I practice natural medicine as a naturopathic doctor in Los Angeles. - Willow McQuade, ND star of Death Drops: A Natural Remedies Mystery. ↗

— Chrystle Fiedler

#natural-remedies #death