#eat

We're the only ones left from those withered days. The last two leaves still clinging to the branch waiting to fall. Waiting for the wind to severe us into the sky. ↗

— Tan Twan Eng

#time #death

They call me the Angel of Death. ↗

— Moira Young

#death

Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed. ↗

— Anne Enright

#death

(Eve)"Hold on. You have to give them a gift for moving?" "Uh-huh. Plus they're shacking, so it should be a couple thing." She (Mavis) ate another canape, fed on to Leonardo. "Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing?" Eve complained. "Retail conspiracy." Roarke patter her knee. "I bet it is," Eve said darkly. "I just bet it is. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

Normal people don’t know how lucky—how blessed—they are. ↗

— Darren Shan

#normal #death

People told me not to get married; I didn´t listen. No one ever listens, it seems to me now. Perhaps people should stop trying to communicate. N was not a communicator; early on, I´d insisted on communication. Now I see his point acutely. I would love to have him back to not communicate with me. I would never ask for communication again, I would simply go elsewhere for the deep fish. Also, I´m not at all sure I want to hear what he has to say in this new vista. This works out well. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

The only thing she really enjoyed was a funeral. You knew where you were with a corpse. Nothing more could happen to it. But while there was life there was fear. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#life #relationships #death

Only the virtuous can count on life, the pursuer of evil can only ever count on death. ↗

— Travis Berketa

#death #evil #inspirational #life #murder

The discovery of her life was that she herself didn't actually need money, apart from a little cash for those relationships with taxi drivers and officials of the Great Western Railway which can only be expressed financially. ↗

— Elizabeth Ironside

#women #death

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#death