#eat

No one will be alive by the last book. In fact, they all die in the fifth. The sixth book will be just a thousand-page description of snow blowing across the graves ... ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#song-of-ice-and-fire #death

Keep at it. Persistence does pay dividends. But there is a catch; you gotta believe it before manifestation will validate conviction as [your] truth. And sacrifice is a required path to fulfillment. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#believe #believing #believing-in-yourself #conviction #dividends

Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that, like the sound of Jem's violin music, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#loneliness #loss #love #memories #tessa-gray

What you don't think about when you're planning for children is when you're going to teach them how not to be killed ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#death #kids #life #pregnancy #death

Here lies the bodies of three brothers... enwrapt in silence and the Arms of Death, Exposed to Worms lies three once charming Boys... 1784 ↗

— Diana Hollingsworth Gessler

#charleston #tomestones #white-meeting-house #death

A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is -Ned Stark- ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#death

Bushido is realized in the presence of death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning. ↗

— Yamamoto Tsunetomo

#courage #death #honor #japanese #sacrifice

One deep breath, one last step and out into oblivion where death held out its arms into a welcoming embrace. ↗

— Stephen Craig

#note #peace #sorry #suicide #death

We do not naturally care about people we don't know... If we tried to feel sorry for every death, our little hearts would explode... I don't have any physical reaction to the news. And there's no reason I should. I don't know them and the news has no effect on my life. ↗

— John Elder Robison

#death

In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply... nothing. ↗

— Stephen Craig

#death #farm #murder #son #death