#eat

Kill me, or you are a murderer. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#literature #death

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die. ↗

— John Green

#last-words #remember #death

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#beauty

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#forget #life #vonnegut #death

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#love #death

According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#death

dont be afraid of death, be afraid of the unlived life. ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#death

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul. ↗

— Clifford Odets

#depression #marilyn-monroe #suicide #death

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible. ↗

— Robert Goolrick

#death #grief #loss #pain #death

When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people. And now he was gone. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#father #faythe-sanders #lost #love #death