#eat

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#friendship #pain #death

Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#death

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#choice #responsibility #death

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#kiss #love #death

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us ↗

— Jim Morrison

#song-lyrics #death

The poor monkey, quietly seated on the ground, seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger. ↗

— Henry Walter Bates

#display #ground #monkey #poor #quietly

This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature. Look at our parents--were they the stuff of Literature? At best, they might aspire to the condition of onlookers and bystanders, part of a social backdrop against which real, true, important things could happen. Like what? The things Literature was about: Love, sex, morality, friendship, happiness, suffering, betrayal, adultery, good and evil, heroes and villains, guilt and innocence, ambition, power, justice, revolution, war, fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, the individual against society, success and failure, murder, suicide, death, God. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#fiction #god #life #literature #love

An Englishmen thinks seated; a Frenchmen standing; an American pacing, an Irishman, afterwards. ↗

— Austin O'Malley

#american #englishmen #frenchmen #irishman #pacing

I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#purpose-of-art #art

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead," he suggested. "After that my own rule is to let everything alone. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#friendship