#dying

Europe, which gave us the idea of same-sex marriage, is a dying society, with birthrates 50 percent below replacement. ↗

— Maggie Gallagher

#dying #europe #gave #idea #marriage

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#death #dying #tell-them-whatever-you-want #death

It stands to reason that anyone who learns to live well will die well. The skills are the same: being present in the moment, and humble, and brave, and keeping a sense of humor. (361) ↗

— Victoria Moran

#dying #humility #humor #living #mindfulness

Where have you been?" I asked weakly. A few minutes ago I would have rather died than questioned him. Let him know I care. But I'm too sick to be strong, kick ass Rayne at the moment. "Vegas" he says. I raise an eyebrows. "Uh, okay. Win anything?" I can't believe he was off gambling as I lay dying. I mean, I know poker is hot and all, but couldn't he have waited a couple of days for that straight flush? "I got what I went for, if that's what you mean." "What, a lap dance?" He chuckes. "Even sick, you're still funny, Rayne. ↗

— Mari Mancusi

#dying #jareth #rayne #vegas #funny

- Отново съм хванат на тясно. Каквото и да правя, някой все ще умре. А ако не науча езика ви, цяло едно село ще загине. Не правя ли каквото искате от мен, все някой невинен умира. Не виждам изход. - Изходът е лесен, Анджин-сан. Умрете. Не сте длъжен да понасяте непоносимото. ↗

— James Clavell

#death

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#death

I cannot live, if I am already dead. ↗

— Donna Russo Morin

#death-and-dying #live #death

Nomirt grūti, bet labi cilvēki palīdzēs. ↗

— Vanda Tomaševiča

#death

And all the while one spirit uttered this, The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#dying #death

Death didn't happen like I expected it to. There was no Grim Reaper, no chorus of angels, no army of demons. And my life didn't flash before my eyes. Death was the color of softness, a delicate green under a thin film of baby powder. There was nothing but soft random thoughts and picture, drifting through me like a child's breath blowing through a dandelion after making a wish. And as I died, I was held by my love. I wanted to soak up her love and smuggle it with me to wherever my soul was headed. -character Ron (Broken) ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#color-of-death #death #dying #grim-reaper #death