#eat

...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#eyes #past #present #price-of-love #scars

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#funny #humor #humorous #humour #life

Death is knowing you're about to die,' says Mam. It's seeing the dead and seeing the living all at once. It's wanting not to die and not to live. It's wanting to stay with the last breath when the dead and the living are all around you, and touching you, and whispering, It's all right, Mam. Everything's all right. But there's no way of staying with the last breath. You have to die. ↗

— David Almond

#david-almond #death

i am n0t aFraiD oV deaTh , I juX dun waNna Be thEre weN iT haPpeNZ ! ↗

— Babri Memon

#death

Risks? I have lived with the prospect of assassination for years. What risks? All men die, rich and poor alike. But if I am to die, then let it be while I fight, not like some bullock in a pen waiting for the ax to fall. ↗

— David Gemmell

#risk #death

But how could he admire Joyce’s lengthy, libidinal ‘yes’ so fervently and end up saying ‘no’ to his own life? I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one’s erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death. ↗

— Alison Bechdel

#death

A comrade who deserts a comrade is a cowardly dog, and all such dogs should die a dog's death, comrade - ↗

— Robert Harris

#robert-harris #death

Clint’s body count was now up to five—six including the vegetable. Killing was becoming a habit, and Clint realized that it was starting to bother him less each time. He feared that he was becoming desensitized to death, too accustomed to killing. ↗

— William T. Prince

#prince #sasquatch #william #death

I woke up to singing and found myself singing too ↗

— Don Piper

#death

However he said before I came: To him who brought you up relate How you have broken honor's ties, And say,- his prompt response I wait!' 'Distressed am I to bear your words; And humbled low I am by fate. For honor's sake I must revenge The wrong done Batu and his mate.' Then slowly on one upraised knee He placed with care his loaded gun; Ten aimed at Sapar-beg whom he Had reared, and loved more than a son 'O Sapar-beg,' he gravely said, 'Unworthy even for death are you. 'Tis I who am unfit to live For bringing up a man like you' A sudden flash… a bursting shot… A bullet pierce through temples gray… And on the ground in wreaths of smoke Haji-Iusub lifeless lay. ↗

— akaki tsereteli

#death