#ge

Holding my pendant, I lay on my side without moving, noiseless tears streaming down my face until the pillow grew damp beneath my cheek. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, to be with Alex, to experience so much more than I had so far. But just then, it was Alex I was crying for. All that he'd gone through, all those deaths of people he loved--and now he was having to experience it again, with me. Thinking of what he was going through was like being beaten up inside; it was even worse than imagining whatever might happen the next day. Part of me hoped that he really did hate me now--maybe it would help; maybe it would make it not hurt so much. And more than that, I guess I was crying for both of us...that it hadn't turned out to be always, after all. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#death

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds! ↗

— Walter Scott

#death #defeat #encouragement #glory-in-death #death

I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter. ↗

— John Green

#death-of-a-loved-one #death-of-a-teenager #illness #death

The dead know everything but they don't give a damn. ↗

— Joanne Harris

#humor #knowledge #death

Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#death #divorce #infidelity #marriage #seperation

Maybe we're standing like coins on the edge?" Allie considered this. "Meaning?" "Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads." "Or tails," suggested Allie. "What are you talking about?" said Lief. "Life and death. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#heads #life-and-death #metaphor #tails #death

I love stories with a happy ending,” Inspector Me said. ↗

— Derek Landy

#inspector-me #skulduggery #death

Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again. ↗

— Seanan McGuire

#escape #family #humor #death

Living means constantly growing closer to death. Satisfaction only temporarily relieves hunger. Find the balance, and plant your feet. ↗

— Jackie Morse Kessler

#hunger #life #death

You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you… ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara #death #hallowed #heaven #mom