#era

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#hardship #pain #perseverance #death

She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes in which the gloomy deepness of death appeared, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world: "And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you." She essayed to smile again and expired. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#eponine #les-miserables #love #marius #victor-hugo

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#death #literature #reading #words #death

Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treausre of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#library #literature #reading #words #death

How terrible," said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you." Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#death #eragon #death

In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#literature #writing #death

I remember I laughed so hard I cried. But my response was half appropriate, because I was at a funeral. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#cry #crying #death #funeral #inappropriate

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#dr-urbino #gabriel-garcia-marquez #love-in-the-time-of-cholera #death

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#funeral #sadness #death

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind. ↗

— John Green

#literature #past #present #tense #time