#eat

He that has an ear let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches: he who overcomes will not be hurt of the second death. -Revelation 2:11 ↗

— Anonymous

#death

They did not, however, infect the air as the Sudanese sun dried them up like mummies; all had the hue of gray parchment, and were so much alike that the bodies of the Europeans, Egyptians, and negroes could not be distinguished from each other. ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#humanity #war #death

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#memory #death

This very pride in keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last triumph over these lunatics to go down into their dark room and die for something that they could not even understand. The barrel-organ seemed to give the marching tune with the energy and the mingled noises of a whole orchestra; and he could hear deep and rolling, under all the trumpets of the pride of life, the drums of the pride of death. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#life #pride #death

Living a life that in fact lives them, as well as death dies them every moment since the triumphal birth in order to die. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

The king that "never dies" here has been replaced by the king that always dies, and suffers death more cruelly than other mortals. ↗

— Ernst H. Kantorowicz

#death

You'd think that people would have figured out by now that sticking a fork into the toaster is perhaps not the best idea. Oh well, score another point for Darwinism, I suppose. ↗

— Gary Whitta

#death #death

As I squat to pee I look upward at the billions of stars and planets in the heavens and somehow my own insignificance no longer terrifies me as it once did, but comforts me, makes me feel a part, however tiny, of the whole complete and perfect universe. . . and when I die the wind will still blow and the stars still shine, for the place I occupy on earth is no more permanent than the water I now make, absorbed by the the sandy soil, dried instantly by the constant prairie wind . . . ↗

— Jim Fergus

#death

What I was suddenly aware of was the importance of their being whatever each of them was---cocky and contemptuous, or bothered and beaten---as long as it was something they'd come to in their own way: the importance of being human, in fact. The peace and harmony Uncle Ian and the others claimed to be handing out in fact was death, because without being yourself, an individual, you weren't really alive. ↗

— John Christopher

#death

The Death's Field is the mirror which allows us the knowledge of the world we living in. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death