#eat

After they left the office, Peabody shoved her hands in her pockets. "These nicknames are pissing me off." "But you're not I'm-Too-Good-to-Pee-Body. Harris is." "It's my damn name. And now I have to pee. It's like my bladder has to prove something." "Pee at the bank. Consider it a deposit. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humor #peabody #death

Well, you already knew that life isn't fair, right?" he said. "I guess death isn't either. ↗

— Suzanne Harper

#fair #life #death

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#stories #death

I don't want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who died. I want to be remembered as a woman from Saint Louis who left and actually did something with her life. Then died. ↗

— Ally Spina

#humor #successful #death

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dying #metaphor #death

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#death #evil #death

Doona worry, I’ll take care of you.” He grasped her hand in his. “You’re going to be all right.” Chloe’s gaze drifted to Loa. “That a snake?” Loa said, “She keeps death away.” Chloe blinked those big eyes up at him and whispered, “Wish that was the weirdest thing . . . I’ve heard tonight. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#death

Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#tyrants #death

The fear of losing someone you love can turn people inside out. ↗

— Shannon Wiersbitzky

#fear #loss #death

I have reveled in my littleness and irresponsibility. It has relieved me of the harassing desire to live, I feel content to live dangerously, indifferent to my fate; I have discovered I am a fly, that we are all flies, that nothing matters. It’s a great load off my life, for I don’t mind being such a micro-organism—to me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe—such a great universe, so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible—and eternal, so that come what may to my “Soul,” my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part—I shall still have some sort of a finger in the Pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me—but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you. ↗

— W.N.P. Barbellion

#death #life #death