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Ever felt like you are more than flesh and bones and blood that decay back into cosmic dirt? You are. Your existence did not begin with your birth and it will not end with your death. Your soul lived before and will live on and on and on...so what you do now matters later. Choose wisely. ↗

— Toni Sorenson

#faith #hope #life #meaning #death

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess; but that's permitted me; Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free. If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more, But at the cost of words I value highly, And no such summer as the one before. Should I outlive this anguish, and men do, I shall have only good to say of you. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#humor #true-to-life #way-to-be #death

They say in moments of great fear or desperation, a man will always make a choice—either to flee or face his enemy, but choice requires thought, and in the moment when you know for certain that death is stalking you with strides you cannot outrun, there is no time for thought. You do not choose. Like Betto, or Malchus, or Valens, you act, doing either one thing or the other. ↗

— Andrew Levkoff

#action #action-over-thought #death #fear #flight

I don't know if I'm going to do any more acting. It's a great job, you know? Make a movie? Why not? ↗

— Colleen Haskell

#any #going #great #great job #i

Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there. "The ride's over," someone said. "End of the ride." For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that there was silence. Complete, uncanny silence, more frightening than the most threatening noise or violence could have been. Night silence. A silence that had death in it. ("The Number's Up") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death #murder #night #silence #death

He turned one of his death rays into an ice cream maker, except he said I shouldn’t eat too much of it at once.” I nodded slowly. “Right,” I said. “That’s…sweet, I think. ↗

— Acacia Ackles

#odd-childhood #scott #strange-parents #villains #death

And one battle looks much like another when you survey the corpses after. ↗

— William Napier

#corpses #death #death

Her eyes narrowing, she turned her attention back to where Stephanie stood with Ben, feeling her own pain turn to intense fury. “Dominic knew her so damn well because he was usually thinking the same thing. She was his female version – two halves fitting perfectly together,” Gena spat out, anger inflected in her voice. “Like him, she’s reckless and like him, once she gets something into her head nothing or no one will change her mind.” Her fury revealed itself in her eyes, as she spat out, “And, like him, she’s going to get herself killed.” - Gena Evans, Nowhere to Run ↗

— Nina D'Angelo

#crime #death #love #mayhem #murder-mystery

They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on thatone. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over yourshoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: "Get it done, get it done. " So you work harder. Youget the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#war #death

Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall. ↗

— Christopher Marlowe

#greatness #power #war #death