#fe

Was it Jesus you saw a picture of?” he says and looks up at me. If it had not been for the friendly voice and the long pause before the question, I would have thought he was making fun of me. He finds it a little embarrassing that I am a Christian; all he wants is for me not to be different from the other kids, and of all the kids in the neighbourhood, his youngest son is the only one to call himself a Christian. But he is really wondering about this. I feel a flutter of joy because he actually cares, and at the same time I become a bit offended that he underestimates me like that. I shake my head. “It wasn’t Jesus,” I say. ↗

— Karl Ove Knausgård

#karl-ove-knausgaard #karl-ove-knausgård #knausgaard #life #min-kamp

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear. To be we know not what, we know not where. ↗

— John Dryden

#fear #death

Shut up,” I snapped. “This is not the time. What part of this situation seems like a joke to you?” Lohka pulled up his knees, giving a feeble, half-manic little laugh. “Oh, maybe just the idea that some soul-devouring being of chaos could be waiting anywhere to finish destroying my life,” he said. “That’s kind of hilarious, you know. Have you ever had a soul-devouring being of chaos hunting you down so it could finish eating you?” “No,” I said. “I’m sorry, Lohka.” “That’s nice,” he muttered. “What about the part where this soul-devouring being of chaos seems to have a taste for me at the moment?” Zhabyr asked. “Can we worry about that, now? Because I kind of already am. ↗

— J. Leigh Bralick

#death #fear #death

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of living…sometimes much more brilliantly than people could cope with, including the Fey individuals themselves. ↗

— T.A. Miles

#dying #fey #genetic-state #life #living

Do not contemplate the Essence of the UnVeiled, for the UnVeiled therein your World does not hold to polarities, nor of your conjectures; Chapter "The Unveiling ↗

— AainaA-Ridtz

#life #spirituality #thresholds #death

Could there ever be a wise man without the wisdom or life or without the death of illusion? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#illusion #life #death

A day without family is like a year without rain ↗

— Susan

#death

Cu cat trec anii,parca se lungeste si timpul,asemeni unei umbre la amurg .E trist ce spun eu acum ,dar e adevarat (...) Mi-e foarte teama ca,intr-o buna zi,intunericul va inghiti umbra cu totul. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#death

Mes amžinai pamirštam, kad gyvenam šitoje planetoje tik trumpą laiką. Todėl ir įsigyjame absoliučiai klaidingą pasaulio kompleksą. Lyg būtue žmonės, kuriems būtų duota gyventi amžinai. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#life #death

You cannot hide from the world. It will find you. It always does. And now it has found me. My split second of immortality is over. All that's left now is the end, which is all any of us ever has. ↗

— Drew Magary

#immortality #life #profound #science-fiction #the-postmortal