#eat

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die ↗

— John Keating

#death

In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center. ↗

— Chris Cleave

#death

I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#loss #death

How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort. IN PAIRS. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#death

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end. ↗

— László Krasznahorkai

#despair #warnings #death

One of the first signs of the beginnings of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#death

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#last-hope #life-and-death #death

When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff. ↗

— Joseph Boyden

#snow #death

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#depressing #death

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave? ↗

— Fannie Flagg

#death