#eat

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar's fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#fate #tragedy #death

It's life. You deal with it or you don't. ↗

— Pinder Buckley

#death #it #life #live #death

She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the pain, the emptiness - over. And she had said nothing then. Nothing. Nor had she crawled into her room and swallowed her mother’s pills, or crawled into her bath and opened up her own wrists. As if death were somehow personal. As if death were somehow an enemy that could be faced and stared down, she would not give it the satisfaction of seeing how badly it had hurt her. Again. ↗

— Michelle Sagara West

#death

Death has come to cut your throats and drink your blood! ↗

— Brom

#the-child-thief #death

[O]ver sufficiently long a term, as everyone knows, there is nothing that does not have as its consequence death. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#death #death

Death wears a big hat. ↗

— Elvis Costello

#death

Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#failure #poets #death

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters. ↗

— Toba Beta

#creation #death #life #secret #truth

The salamanders, like tiny birds, locked into formation, fly down into the endless mysteries of the transforming water, and how could anyone believe that anything in this world is only what it appears to be— that anything is ever final— that anything, in spite of its absence, ever dies a perfect death? (from the poem 'What Is It?') ↗

— Mary Oliver

#death

The woman who later became his wife was sleeping in his bed, her face buried in the pillows and her feet crossed on top of each other like a child's. He watched her sleep and struggled to see her as she was, but what he saw instead were her muscles and bones. He saw right through the skin to where her femur connected to her tibia by way of the ligaments, to the hair web of nerves and the delicate forest of her lungs, to the abstract heart pumping blood through her arteries. It terrified him how easily these systems could fail her. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#death #life #death