#eat

Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#life #love #romance #death

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #hermione-granger #love #romance #death

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#love #parents #vlad #death

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