#eat

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come. ↗

— Joseph B. Wirthlin

#religious #death

Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#life #love #romance #death

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #hermione-granger #love #romance #death

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#love #parents #vlad #death

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#friendship #pain #death

Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#death

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#choice #responsibility #death

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#kiss #love #death

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us ↗

— Jim Morrison

#song-lyrics #death