#eat

Casy said solemnly, "This here ol' man jus' lived a life an' just died out of it. I don't know whether he was good or bad, but that don't matter much. He was alive, an' that's what matters. An' now his dead, an' that don't matter... ↗

— John Steinbeck

#life #death

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans? ↗

— Francesca Marciano

#death

Give a man with a death wish a bottle of whisky and a loaded gun, you get a dead body. Give a martyr a quote from scripture and a pocket full of prayers and you get a room full of corpses. ↗

— Kevis Hendrickson

#rogue-hunter-saga #zealotry #zyra-zanr #death

There were, of course, other heroes, little ones who did little things to help people get through: merchants who let profits disappear rather than lay off clerks, store owners who accepted teachers' scrip at face value not knowing if the state would ever redeem it, churches that set up soup kitchens, landlords who let tenants stay on the place while other owners turned to cattle, housewives who set out plates of cold food (biscuits and sweet potatoes seemed the fare of choice) so transients could eat without begging, railroad "bulls" who turned the other way when hoboes slipped on and off the trains, affluent families that carefully wrapped leftover food because they knew that residents of "Hooverville" down by the dump would be scavenging their garbage for their next meal, and more, an more. But they were not enough, could not have been enough, so when the government stepped in to help, those needing help we're thankful. ↗

— Harvey H. Jackson

#great-depression #history #new-deal #family

هذه الإنسانية الضعيفة التي لا تريد أن تموت في صمت ↗

— لويس عوض

#silence #death

What’s your story? It’s all in the telling. Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or figure out how to tell yourself their story. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#narration #architecture

Destiny, if I could sit across the porch from God, I'd thank Him for Lending me you..... ↗

— Flavia Weedn

#death #destiny #love #death

Try your ideas. You might surprise yourself. ↗

— Jason O'Neill

#entrepreneurs #inspirational #business

I wanted to ask my father about his regrets. I wanted to ask him what was the worst thing he'd ever done. His greatest sin. I wanted to ask him if there was any reason why the Catholic Church would consider him for sainthood. I wanted to open up his dictionary and find the definitions for faith, hope, goodness, sadness, tomato, son, mother, husband, virginity, Jesus, wood, sacrifice, pain, foot, wife, thumb, hand, bread, and sex. "Do you believe in God?" I asked my father. "God has lots of potential," he said. "When you pray," I asked him. "What do you pray about?" "That's none of your business," he said. We laughed. We waited for hours for somebody to help us. What is an Indian? I lifted my father and carried him across every border. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#dying #fathers #life #loss #regrets

So that's little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you've inherited your mother's brains. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #malfoy #ron-weasley #death