#h

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother. ↗

— Michael Grant

#death #fayz #mother #death

I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I've done, but I'm sure my list would never be complete. I also don't believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions...I don't believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#death #death

Most people are so mind-bogglingly aggravating that it's impossible to overreact to them, even if that means killing yourself. ↗

— Maija Haavisto

#death #misanthropy #nuisance #people #suicide

Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks; One burnt her daddy up and then there were six. Six little crazy kids playing with a hive; One tattooed himself to death and then there were five. Five little crazy kids on a cellar door; One went all schizo and then there were four. Four little crazy kids going out to sea; One wouldn't say a word and then there were three. Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo; One jerked himself too much and then there were two. Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun; One a took a bunch of pills and then there was one. One little crazy kid left all alone; He went and slit his wrists, and then there were none. ↗

— Michael Thomas Ford

#crazy #drown #jerking #kids #notes

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#winter #death

Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of magic. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#communication #humanity #writing #communication

Death watched me, amusement once again lifting to his dark eyes. Unlike me with my bedraggled clothes and knotted hair, he looked good in the morning light streaming into my apartment. Okay, actually, he looked exactly the same as when I’d first seen him when I was five years old, but recently I’d come to appreciate the way his black T-shirt pulled tight over the expanse of his shoulders and his faded jeans hugged his ass. Not that I was looking, of course. I mean, he was Death. ↗

— Kalayna Price

#death

Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#death

Drugs, what a devil-inspired poison! It’s death on the installment plan. ↗

— David Wilkerson

#death

If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is that the ex is alive. ↗

— Daria Snadowsky

#death