#dying

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#because #dying #end #epic #out

People say you have to hit rock bottom, and, I can tell you, almost dying is as rock bottom as it gets. ↗

— George Best

#bottom #dying #gets #hit #i

When I started studying for the arias it was like going into training for a heavyweight title fight. ↗

— Michael Bolton

#going #heavyweight #i #into #like

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely. ↗

— Albert Camus

#completely #die #dying #except #freedom

Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and bending with some apparitional substance that could have been space and time if I’d known anything about physics. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#apparitional #dead #death #death-and-dying #eye

Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#death

And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own roof, with your family surrounding you, full of the knowledge that you have lived as thoroughly as you wanted to. ↗

— Anita Rau Badami

#dying #family

The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time for dances. The sky was good for flying Defying the church bells And every evil iron Siren and what it tells: The earth compels, We are dying, Egypt, dying And not expecting pardon, Hardened in heart anew, But glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden. ↗

— Louis MacNeice

#flying #freedom #garden #sunlight #freedom

. . . Alive is a place. Alive is the new word for home. ↗

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz

#home

The harassed look is that of a desperately tired swimmer or runner; yet there is no question of stopping. The creature we are watching will struggle on and on until it drops. Not because it is heroic. It can imagine no alternative. Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young-man - all present still, preserved as fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died -what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But it happened so gradually, so easily. I am afraid of being rushed. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#living #imagination