#fiction

I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again... ↗

— Jodi LaPalm

#identity #novella #romance #still-life #death

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning. Surely, while we live we are not lost. Oh Janos, Janos my brother! Surely we are not lost--while we live. ↗

— John Hepworth

#death #fiction #hope #last-lines #the-long-green-shore

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #guilt #minutes-before-sunset #paranormal #romance

There were three of them in the room now, where only two had first come in. Death was in the room with the two of them. ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#crime-thriller #death #noir #noir-fiction #death

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#choice #death #destiny #fate #fiction

The with forbidden the death of warriors ↗

— Laurence Yep

#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

I am serving the purpose for which I was designed, therefore I am satisfied with my existence. ↗

— Kevin J. Anderson

#life #philosophy #religion #science #design

His mind, grooved through the uncounted ages to ultimate despair, soared up insanely. His legs and arms glistened like tongues of living fire as they writhed and twisted in the light that blazed from the portholes. His mouth, a gash in his caricature of a human head, slavered a white frost that floated away in little frozen globules. ↗

— A.E Van Vogt

#science-fiction #voyage-of-the-space-beagle #age

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#books #deception #fiction #lies #novels