#eat

It is strange how love is a source for power––can spur the desire to fight to the death, or to fight back from something that seems like death for long enough to write a coherent note––but also of weakness. ↗

— Beth Fantaskey

#power #weakness #death

Freedom is about life or death, I would rather die fighting for it than die running away from the oppressor ↗

— Peter Mutanda

#death

Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom. ↗

— Carol Weekes

#death #death

After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of the loose dirt. They stood him up, his back to the well. In the dark, desperate sky, just above the scalloped line the treetops made, three stars formed a pleading little constellation. No one looked at them, no one cared. This was the time for death, not the time for mercy. ("The Number's Up") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death #night #night-sky #sky #death

Também no interior do corpo a treva é profunda, e contudo o sangue chega ao coração, o cérebro é cego e pode ver, é surdo e ouve, não tem mãos e alcança, o homem claro está, é o labirinto de si mesmo. ↗

— José Saramago

#death

Ora, a solidão, ainda vai ter de aprender muito para saber o que isso é, Sempre vivi só, Também eu, mas a solidão não é viver só, a solidão é não sermos capazes de fazer companhia a alguém ou a alguma coisa que está dentro de nós, a solidão não é uma árvore no meio duma planície onde só ela esteja, é a distância entre a seiva profunda e a casca, entre a folha e a raiz, Você está a tresvariar, tudo quanto menciona está ligado entre si, aí não há nenhuma solidão, Deixemos a árvore, olhe para dentro de si e veja a solidão, Como disse o outro, solitário andar por entre a gente, Pior do que isso, solitário estar onde nem nós próprios estamos. ↗

— José Saramago

#death

Think how much less stupefying the last fifty years might have been if people had actually read Marx. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#death

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose... That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself? ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#death #life #change

Truth is paradox and suffering is ironic. It's ironic that people who lead dull, safe and boring lives want to impose safety measures on everything in order to live their dull lives longer. And it's paradoxical that the heart of true life lies in knowing death and danger. It's only when you are prepared to risk your very life that you start living. ↗

— Chobo

#death

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat." Peabody mopped at her face. "Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why." With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. "I'll buy you a dozen, precious." "Cannolis, for God's sake. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#in-death-series #jd-robb #peabody #roarke #death