#dying

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion. ↗

— Holly Black

#death

We born dyin'...But you ask a man an' he talk like he gonna live forevah. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#living #death

But you're dead," said Harry. "Oh yes," said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. "Then...I'm dead too?" "Ah," said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. "That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.” They looked at each other, the old man still beaming. "Not?" repeated Harry. "Not," said Dumbledore. "But…" Harry raised his hand instinctively toward the lightning scar. It did not seem to be there. "But I should have died—I didn't defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!" "And that," said Dumbledore, "will, I think, have made all the difference. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dying #death

How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#death-and-dying #death

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped. ↗

— Ivy Devlin

#death-and-dying #heartbroken #scream #screaming #screams

I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#loss #death

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#last-hope #life-and-death #death

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know. ↗

— Jack London

#realization #suicide #death

I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#fantasy #death

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit. ↗

— Joe Abercrombie

#death-and-dying #death