#eat

Think how much less stupefying the last fifty years might have been if people had actually read Marx. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#death

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose... That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself? ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#death #life #change

Truth is paradox and suffering is ironic. It's ironic that people who lead dull, safe and boring lives want to impose safety measures on everything in order to live their dull lives longer. And it's paradoxical that the heart of true life lies in knowing death and danger. It's only when you are prepared to risk your very life that you start living. ↗

— Chobo

#death

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat." Peabody mopped at her face. "Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why." With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. "I'll buy you a dozen, precious." "Cannolis, for God's sake. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#in-death-series #jd-robb #peabody #roarke #death

Listen, gods die when they are forgotten. People too. But the land's still here. The good places, and the bad. The land isn't going anywhere. And neither am I. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#gods #land #people #death

But neither of them dared speak of it, and not having expressed the one thing that occupied their thoughts, whatever they said rang false. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#death

Holy crap! Your story was so long I forgot the beginning! - Ichigo Kurosaki ↗

— Tite Kubo

#death

Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imperviousness to argument. ↗

— Stephen King

#death

At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces; and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#glory #death

I used to fear their deaths--the car! the dog! the sea! the germ!--until I realized it need never be a problem: on the trolley, on the way to the mortuary, I would put my hands into their ribs and take their hearts and swallow them, and give birth to them again, so that they would never, ever end. ↗

— Caitlin Moran

#death