#eat

The pig was soon dissected and its blood filled the bucket in the bottom of which a patch of sky was reflected darkly. It had surrendered to the vortex of life and his breathing. ↗

— Michel Fardoulis-Lagrange

#death #death

norris didn't cry, but he was apt to puke on them, the way he had puked on homer gamache that time he had found homer sprawled in a ditch out by homeland cemetary, beaten to death with his own artificial arm. ↗

— Stephen King

#humor #death

Only God would adore his own death. ↗

— Floriano Martins

#god #death

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #life #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

It wilna end wi' me, Campbell. Slay me, and you'll face my brothers and after them my Muhheconneok kin. You cannae possibly kill us all. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#historical-romance #death

Whoa!” I jerked my hand up to stop him. “Wait, what?” I asked as sick horror shot through me. “You mean, like when the bodies get cut open?” Delight lit his face. “Yes, you’ll be helping with the autopsies. You didn’t know that? ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Good morning!” my partner, Derrel, said in an insanely cheerful voice. “I need my Angel to come out and play. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Arcady, like Death its denizen with us, is all around us, if we – stalled beasts who want to be set forth – but see it. Forth, then, with Dan Geoffrey upon the heye wey: Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal! Know thy contree, look up, thank God of all; Hold the heye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede; And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#countryside #death

Those who endlessly praise the rank of martyrdom must first attain that rank! No invented rank is superior to the life! You stick to the life and let the fools stick to the death. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#death

He responded by tsking before he caught both wrists in one hand. His free hand reached into his back pocket. “Bianca, not everything is about sex.” Pulling out cuffs, he yanked her wrists above her head. “This is,” he added. “But not everything is. ↗

— Virginia Nelson

#reapers #romance #death