#ene

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies. ↗

— Tim Cahill

#explanations #forgotten-past #future-generations #dreams

Duga popodnevna sjenka, tmurna duša brda, puzila je poljem, zatamnjujući ga, prešla je i preko mene, opkolila me odasvud, a sunčana strana je bježala od nje, uzmičući prema drugom brdu. Daleko je noć, to je samo njen rani predznak, nešto zloslutno je u tim mrkim prethodnicama. Nikoga nema na polju prepolovljenom sjenkom, puste su obje strane, jedini ja stojim na toj zavađenoj širini što se zamračuje, sitan u prostoru što se zatvara, obuzet mutnim tjeskobama koje nosi moja prastara duša, tuđa a moja. Sam u polju, sam u svijetu, nemoćan pred tajnama zemlje i širinama neba. A onda se odnekle od brda, od kuća u pristranku, začula nečija pjesma, probijala se kroz sunčani prostor polja do moje sjenke, kao da mi je išla u pomoć, i zaista me oslobodila kratke i bezrazložne začaranosti. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#death

Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep...slow...breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#breathing #conscious #deep #divide #division

I am planting a tree in this bomb crater to remind us that in the midst of death, there is life... and hope. ↗

— Robert S. Graetz

#hope #nonviolence #death

With a firm hushed tone, she replied, "Just let him go. Women like Anne will always be the best choice for our lifestyle" "Well, that may be true, but at least when he was with me, he didn't have to drink himself to death just to get through the day ↗

— Devon Ashley

#jenna #oooohhhh #penelope-jennings #death

Then Caspian caught up a battle-axe and rushed upon the Lord Drinian to kill him, and Drinian stood still as a stock for the death blow. But when the axe was raised, Caspian suddenly threw it away and cried out, "I have lost my queen and my son: shall I lose my friend also?" And he fell upon the Lord Drinian's neck and embraced him and both wept, as their friendship was not broken. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#friendship #love #death

In such a beast as this..." (he means the army)"...it was the collective power that went, collapsing like a long-exhausted animal, at once falling under its own weight as much as that of its enemy. It was a collective death and not a matter of bravery or even strength, and once it was down it was finished as a battle. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#battle #beast #bravery #collaps #collective

Poor Father, I see his final exploration. He arrives at the new place, his hair risen in astonishment, his mouth and eyes dumb. His toe scuffs a soft storm of sand, he kneels and his arms spread in pantomimic celebration, the immigrant, as in every moment of his life, arriving eternally on the shore of his Self. ↗

— E.L. Doctorow

#immigrant #salvation #self #self-awareness #death

She would die feeling, because that was the way she had always lived. ↗

— Britt Skrabanek

#death #inspiration #life #death

The massive bronze gates were wide open now, too late. Inside, the cemetery had been turned into a grotesque place gleaming with high-powered searchlights, blue flashlight flares, winking pocket torches. Uniformed men were already swarming about. Red cigarette-embers showed oddly amidst the headstones here and there. ("The Street Of Jungle Death") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#cemetery-gates #crime-scene #crime-scenes #death