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A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#life #man #death

For Death must be somewhere in a society; if it is no longer (or less intensely) in religion, it must be elsewhere; perhaps in this image which produces Death while trying to preserve life. Contemporary with the withdrawal of rites, Photography may correspond to the intrusion, in our modern society, of an asymbolic Death, outside of religion, outside of ritual, a kind of abrupt dive into literal Death. ↗

— Roland Barthes

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It was in the reign of George II. that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled ; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#life #vanity #death

Full moon calls thee-- Shai-hulud shall thou see; Red the night, dusky sky, Bloody death didst thou die. We pray to a moon: she is round-- Luck with us will then abound, What we seek for shall be found In the land of solid ground. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#death

Stupid arguments and the desire to be right -- that's what drives people apart -- that or death. ↗

— Frances Norris

#life #death

If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well. ↗

— Joyce Grenfell

#life #death

The dead do not harm us, only the alive. ↗

— Rosie Thomas

#life #death

He said there is a place in Gaul, the oldest church in their part of the world, where some of the Latin monks have outwitted death by secret means. He offered to sell me their secrets, which he has inscribed in a book." The abbot shudders. "God preserve us from such heresies," he says hastily. "I am certain, my son, that you refused this temptation." Dracula smiles. "You know I am fond of books. ↗

— Elizabeth Kostova

#death

... a knowledge of how to live was a knowledge of how to die. ↗

— Richard Wright

#life #death

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face! ↗

— George Sterling

#time #transiency #death