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When we allow the walls around our hearts to become rigid, and stay that way, we assign ourselves a slow death. Like the very air and water that flows through our physical body to sustain it, love must flow through our heart to keep it supple, and to keep us truly alive. ↗


— Jeffrey R. Anderson


#flow-of-love #heart #love #love-sustains #supple

When people ask me how we've lived past one hundred, I say, 'Honey, we never married. We never had husbands to worry us to death! A. Elizabeth (Bessie) Delany ↗


— Amy Hill Hearth


#delany-sisters #having-our-say #husbands #death

Stay," he said abruptly. "Stay, feed me. Read to me, if you like. Do not talk to me of death. Do not offer me your fear. I have fear of my own to drive me, and if my own fear is not strong enough to keep me from my duty, yours will only grieve me, girl. It will give me guilt and no rest, but it won't preserve my life. ↗


— Michelle Sagara West


#fear #death

Where are you taking me?” Andrew demanded, whirling on the Ferryman. His muscles tensed, hands curling in and out of fists. “To my master.” The voice was ghostly, whispers of black ash and death, words cold and detached. He had an idea who that was but asked anyway: “And who is your master?” No answer came. Andrew’s insatiable rage rose up and swallowed his grief like a yawning ocean mouth, the darkest depths surging to the surface to form a mighty tidal wave. He closed the distance and seized the Ferryman’s gaunt wrist. There was no substance, no life beneath the cloak. The Ferryman slowly turned his hooded head, and Andrew found himself looking into the black hole of a self-contained night. The olfactory of decay was a punch in the face. Andrew released the Ferryman’s wrist and hastily stepped back, rocking the boat as he put distance between him and the unnatural wind spilling from the gaping orifice. Andrew shivered, the tiny hairs on his neck saluting. The cloaked head faced forward again, and the wind died away. ↗


— Laura Kreitzer


#fantasy #fiction #key-of-pearl #laura-kreitzer #paranormal-fantasy

The part of my brain that was responsible for creating the world I lived and moved in and for taking the raw data that came in through my senses and fashioning it into a meaningful universe: that part of my brain was down, and out. And yet despite all of this, I had been alive, and aware, truly aware, in a universe characterized above all by love, consciousness, and reality. There was, for me, simply no arguing this fact. I knew it so completely that I ached. ↗


— Eben Alexander III M.D.


#near-death-experience #neuroscience #science #spirituality #death

Often, on the brink of finding the recipe for immortality, I get distracted by the frightful presence of death. ↗


— Héctor Abad Faciolince


#fear #immortality #recipes #death

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look. ↗


— Jasper Fforde


#humor #shakespeare #dreams

Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream. ↗


— Lisa Kleypas


#love #lovers #post-coital #romantic #sweet

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. ↗


— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


#beat #cease #choice #dream #early

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad. ↗


— William Shakespeare


#shakespeare #dreams






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