#eat

Her death was as insignificant as her life. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#death

A brick could be used to keep you three inches away from death.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

Those who live in the country get idiotic in time, without noticing it, for a while they think it's original and good for their health, but life in the country is not original at all, for anyone who wasn't born in and for the country it shows a lack of taste and is only harmful to their health. The people who go walking in the country walk right into their own funeral in the country and at the very least they lead a grotesque existence which leads them first into idiocy, then into an absurd death. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#fate #health #provincialism #death

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever.... ↗

— Stevie Smith

#death

Tell me, brother, what happens after death? The whole world is arguing about it -- Some say you become a ghost, Others that you go to heaven, And some that you get close to God, And the Vedas insist you're a bit of sky Reflected in a jar fated to shatter. ↗

— Ramprasad Sen

#death

[Philip's death was] beyond comparison the most afflicting of my life.... He was truly a fine youth. But why should I repine? It was the will of heaven and he is now out of the reach of the seductions and calamities of a world full of folly, full of vice, full of danger, of least value in proportion as it is best known. I firmly trust also that he has safely reached the haven of eternal repose and felicity. (Alexander Hamilton letter to Benjamin Rush about the death of his 19-year old son from mortal wounds inflicted from a duel.) ↗

— Ron Chernow

#death

Surely Tillie knew glitter on wrinkled cleavage was a sin. ↗

— Julie Anne Lindsey

#humor #death

The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#elegy #john-keats #death

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death

Why do you want to become an author? I will accept only one answer. If it is because you feel you can write better than you can do anything else then go ahead and do it without frills and flourishes. Stick to your present job and write in your spare time: but do it as if it is a whole time job. ↗

— Ngaio Marsh

#creative-process #writing #death