#eat

Toda vida, le dijo esa noche Epifanio a Lalo Cura, por más feliz que sea, acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimiento. Depende, dijo Lalo Cura. ¿Depende de qué, buey? De muchas cosas, dijo Lalo Cura. Si te pegan un balazo en la nuca, por ejemplo, y el pinche asesino se acerca sin que lo escuches, te vas al otro mundo sin dolor y sin sufrimiento. Pinche escuincle, dijo Epifanio. ¿A ti han pegado muchos tiros en la nuca? ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#pain #suffering #death

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together. ↗

— Rosie Thomas

#death

Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun. ↗

— P.L. Reiter

#death

My couch is my deathbed, and I won’t let my life get repossessed. ↗

— Bauvard

#death #funny #humor #life #repossession

You see, Valentin, there is no such thing as time. It's just a road, a path to travel on. Most of the world is on a train, traveling forward all the time, speeding toward death, with a set schedule and someone else in charge. ↗

— Daniel Nayeri

#time #world #death

I want you to tell all these people that I wanted more time to spend with them. Tell them I meant to, tell them I wanted to hear what they said and tell them what was on my mind. ↗

— Kage Baker

#readers #readers-and-writers #writers #death

The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing landscape of street or wall or paling sky or the figures of the children who stood blessing themselves in the gray light. This man and his burden passed on forever out of that nameless crossroads and the women stepped once more into the street and the children followed and all continued on to their appointed places which as some believe were chosen long ago even to the beginning of the world. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#death #death

After Harding's death, the taciturn vice president, Calvin Coolidge, moved into the White House. In contrast to his predecessor's political cronyism and outgoing style, Coolidge personified austere rectitude. As vice president "Silent Cal" often sat through official functions without uttering a word. A dinner partner once challenged him by saying, "Mr. Coolidge, I've made a rather sizable bet with my friends that I can get you to speak three words this evening." Responded Coolidge icily, "You lose. ↗

— James A. Henretta

#death

Confront death! All of your piteous insecurities derive from this primal fear.. ↗

— Thanos Grigoriou

#fear #insecurity #death

EKDIN JONMER PROYOJONEY CHHOTO HOECHHILAM, EKHON MRITTUR PROYOJONE BORO HOCHCHHI. [[ I was made small for the sake of my birth, now growing for the sake of my death ]] ↗

— Nirmolendu Goon

#death