#eat

If I love you more than you love me, I'm as good as dead. Yet I can't make myself take it back. I can't just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I'm dying inside. And I'm pretty sure that hurts worse than whatever Marc would do to me. Whatever your dad would do. Hell, Faythe, I'm pretty sure that never touching you again would hurt worse than the nastiest death Calvin could think up for me. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#death

And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#death #dustfinger #death

There is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#legacy #life #muad-dib #philosophy #truth

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#riddle #death

Kill me, or you are a murderer. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#literature #death

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die. ↗

— John Green

#last-words #remember #death

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#beauty

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#forget #life #vonnegut #death

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#love #death

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#death