#eat

to have faith is precisely to lose one's mind so as to win God. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#death

Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#death

I felt despair. The word’s overused and banalified now, despair, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. For me it denotes a simple admixture — a weird yearning for death combined with a crushing sense of my own smallness and futility that presents as a fear of death. It’s maybe close to what people call dread or angst. But it’s not these things, quite. It’s more like wanting to die in order to escape the unbearable feeling of becoming aware that I’m small and weak and selfish and going without any doubt at all to die. It’s wanting to jump overboard. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#banality #death #despair #dread #ennui

That’s a ‘Fuck Me’ car and you know it.” ~ Dallas “Well, yeah. Maybe. But it’s got to be fast.” ~ Peabody ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#loathe #death

Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on her right. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dancer #dani-o-malley #iced #roydan #death

Time and death sleep side by side. ↗

— Garth Nix

#time #death

Every minute with you, Darling Eve, is a minute to treasure." She slid a glance toward him as she uncoded the seal. "You really do want sex." "I'm still breathing, so that would be yes. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #roarke #death

Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#glory #death