#eat

What do you see to the south?" Tanis asked abruptly. Raistilin glanced at him. "What do I ever see with these eyes of mine Half-Elf?" the mage whispered bitterly. "I see death, death and destruction. I see war." He gestured up above. "The constellations have not returned. The Queen of Darkness is not defeated." "We may have not won the war," Tanis began, "but surely we have won a major battle---" Raistlin coughed and shook his head sadly. "Do you see no hope?" "Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in the vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we should just give up?" Tanis asked, irritably tossing the bark away. "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open," Raistin answered. Coughing he drew his robes more closely around him. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

How certain are you that this forest is Darken Wood, Raistin?" "How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?" the mage replied. "I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis." The half-elf felt a sudden urge to throw Raistlin off the side of the mountain. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

...And that, my friend, is why Brendan Fraser sucks. ↗

— Brian Michael Bendis

#powers #death

Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death but the gifrt of God is eternal life through Jesus Chrsit our Lord. ↗

— Apostle Paul

#larry #death

In my carpet bag are the mushrooms that I gathered in the woods. With two fingers I pick up a piece and look at it. Then I take a bite and wait for my body to react. Now I'm in a better mood. In a short time I'll be dead. Or alive. I'm not always sure that there's any difference. ↗

— Peter H. Fogtdal

#life #mushrooms #poison #death

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic."- Joseph Stalin ↗

— Joseph Stalin

#death

eheu, nos miseros, quam totus humuncio nil est. sic erimus cuncti, postquam nos auferet Orcus. ergo vivamus, dum licet esse bene. Alas, us miserable creatures, all that man is is nothing. In this way we will all be, when death carries us. Therefore, we must live, while we are able to be well. ↗

— Patronius

#patronius #trimalchio #death

There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#fear #forest #jungle #phantom #terror

The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might – one last time before slipping into the pit – be warmed by the light of the sun. ↗

— Jan Neruda

#coffin #corpse #death #funeral #death

It couldn't be the beer. Donnie McRory was certain of that. If you sent American beer out to be analyzed, the lab would probably phone up and say, 'Your horse has diabetes. ↗

— Sharyn McCrumb

#death