#eat

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#dying #fear #sickness #death

Dear Maya, Life is an illusion. And as it turns out, so is death. What is real? What remains when we all fade away? Two things: Love. Forgiveness. Don't forget ↗

— Cathy Ostlere

#death

بعد أن تتطاير أنفاسك..و ينطفئ سنا نظراتك..و يتوقف قلبك عن إزعاج الكون بدقاته..و تسترد الأرض ترابها منك..ماذا تبقي منك ليخبر العالم أنك كنت هنا؟! ↗

— مرعي مصطفي

#death #death

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it. ↗

— Tanith Lee

#flat-earth #flesh #magician #soul #tanith-lee

When we mourn those who die young – those who have been robbed of time – we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasure we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives. We believe that the untried soul, trapped in its young prison, might have flown free and known the joy that we still seek. ↗

— Josephine Hart

#time #death

Encounters with death and danger are only adventures to the survivors. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#death

This path was not that of my conscious choosing. But after persistent subconscious confrontation, I have finally embraced what is, 'souly' for me...and I am thankful, when called upon, to be able to share and give to those who seek their own way of the path. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#confrontation #conscious #embrace #give #journey

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death

She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all. ↗

— Gwendolyn Brooks

#memory #death

And as we watched, the Tsar of Death lifted up his eyelids like skirts and began to dance in the streets of Leningrad. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#death