#dying

If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper might have used the word massive, as if a mountain range had opened inside her, but instead it used the word suddenly, a light coming on in an empty room. The telephone fell from my shoulder, a black parrot repeating something happened, something awful a sunday, dusky. If it had been terminal, we could have cradled her as she grew smaller, wiped her mouth, said good-bye. But it was sudden, how overnight we could be orphaned & the world became a bell we'd crawl inside & the ringing all we'd eat. ↗

— Nick Flynn

#dying #death

Et Tu Bruté? ↗

— Julius Caesar

#death

Death was painful, not because people couldn't see their loved ones anymore, but because they couldn't communicate with them anymore. ↗

— Karen McQuestion

#communication

What was I was dying for? The sins of the past? The wrongs of the present? Did it even matter? ↗

— Dana Michelle Burnett

#dying #sin #death

Being dead does have its advantages.”-Alastor ↗

— Dana Michelle Burnett

#death #dying #ghost #ghosts #haunted-houses

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#death-of-a-loved-one #memories #remembering #death

Σίμωσε στο πιάνο και πήρε μερικά ακόρντα. Κείνη τη στιγμή΄έσπασε με κρότο μια χορδή κι έσβησε σ' ένα μακρόσυρτο και τρεμάμενο ήχο... -Ακούς Νιέτοτσκα, ακούς; ρώτησε, ξαφνικά με μια εμπνευσμένη φωνή, δείχνοντας το πιάνο. Τεντώσανε πολύ, πάρα πολύ τούτη τη χορδή· δεν μπόρεσε άλλο να βαστάξει και πέθανε. Ακούς, τι λυπητερά που πεθαίνουν οι ήχοι! ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#melancholy #death

I've been ready to die since before you was Born! ↗

— Marvel Comics

#death

I was finally beginning to perceive that no matter how many dead people I might see, or people at the instant of their death, I would never manage to grasp death, that very moment, precisely in itself. It was one thing or the other: either you are dead, and then in any case there's nothing else to understand, or else you are not yet dead, and in that case, even with the rifle at the back of your head or the rope around your neck, death remains incomprehensible, a pure abstraction, this absurd idea that I, the only living person in the world, could disappear. Dying, we may already be dead, but we never die, that moment never comes, or rather it never stops coming, there it is, it's coming, and then it's still coming, and then it's already over, without ever having come. ↗

— Jonathan Littell

#death

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it’s coming: The end. ↗

— Seve Ballesteros

#imminent-death #death