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Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster. ↗

— Kohta Hirano

#desperation #good-and-bad #good-and-evil #grief #hopelessness

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ↗

— Frank Deford

#glances #her #light #memory #photo

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing. ↗

— Ira N. Barin

#death-and-dying #death-and-love #death-and-sickness #hurting #losing

There’s always someone bigger and badder who can knock you off your perch—even if you’re me. Never forget it and you don’t have to worry about corruption. You’ll be too afraid with watching your own back. --Alexandria "Dria" McAndrews ↗

— C.J. Ellisson

#paranoia #power #death

You just hang in there, boy, hang in with that apprenticeship of yours, do you hear me? You are lucky they would even take someone like you. You’re a child of the slums. A ragtag. On top of that, you’re a whining piece of shit. Nobody will ever do anything for you. Do you understand what I’m saying? They’ll let you starve to death, no problem. Nobody is going to cry on your grave.” Poul-Erik’s Mother The Informer by Steen Langstrup ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#mothers #noir-style #scandinavian-mysteries #death

There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#death #k-a-tucker #ten-tiny-breaths #death

Sometimes paper is only paper," my mothers says. "Words are just words. Ways to capture the real thing. Don't be afraid to remember that." I know what she means. Writing, painting, singing--it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives. ↗

— Ally Condie

#creation #creativity #words #words-have-power #art

[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return ↗

— George Washington

#death #permitted #return #traveler #death

Dead is dead. For whatever reason. And in choice between life and death, there is no other choice. ↗

— David Levithan

#insperational #life #death

How could I have been so blind as to want a soul? It was laughable now, to think that a soul could live inside me without being tainted by the centuries of blood and evil and death. The voices agreed, laughing at me, mocking my quest. I didn’t deserve a soul; I didn’t deserve happiness, or peace. Why should I get my happy ending, when I’d left a swath of horror and destruction behind me wherever I went? ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#deserve-happiness #death