#eat

In quixotically trying to conquer death doctors all too frequently do no good for their patients’ “ease” but at the same time they do harm instead by prolonguing and even magnifying patients’ dis-ease. ↗

— Jack Kevorkian

#euthanasia #good-death #medical-ethics #death

I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#paraphrased #self-expression #death

When a man faces his death, Impossible is less than a barrier. ↗

— Supreeth

#hardship #hope #impossible #inspiration #inspirational

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#darkness #death-and-dying #sorrow #soul #warfare

There is too much pain in the world,in all shapes and forms.That is what these people represent.Pain from losing their homes,the death of a loved one,failing an exam,having a leg amputated,not getting a resident permit after years of hoping for a better life...That's what binds them,That's what they potray.Pain. ↗

— Esther Verhoef

#esther-verhoef #life #pain #quotes #death

And they had folded his brother's hands across his suited chest, as if he would be preserved in this sanguine pose forever, but only the heavy callouses visible at the sides of his hands seemed real. It was only the callouses that appeared to be familiar and believable. ↗

— Kent Haruf

#grief #death

He has got his discharge, by G-! said the man. He had. But he had grown so like death in life, that they knew not when he died. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#death

Mr. Lisbon knew his parental and neighborly duty entailed putting the retainer in a Ziploc bag, calling the Kriegers, and telling them their expensive orthodontal device was in safe keeping. Acts like theses -- simple, humane, conscientious, forgiving -- held life together. Only a few days earlier he would have been able to perform them. But now he took the retainer and dropped it in the toiler. He pressed the handle. The retainer, jostled int he surge, disappeared down the porcelain throat, and, when waters abated, floated triumphantly, mockingly, out, Mr. Lisbon waited for the tank to refill and flushed again, but the same thing happened. The replica of the boy's mouth clung to the white slope. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#grief #parents #society #death

Let us pray now for the future dead. Though we do not yet know their names, we know that there shall be far too many of them. ↗

— Seth Grahame-Smith

#inspirational #war #death

Rachel would call the vet this morning, they would get Church fixed, and that would put this whole nonsense of Pet Semataries(it was funny how that misspelling got into your head and began to seem right) and death fears behind them. ↗

— Stephen King

#death