#hat

Life isn't fair. A fair's a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the ferris wheel. ↗

— Jennifer Brown

#hate-list #school-shooting #death

You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature. ↗

— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

#hatred #love #selfishness #death

That is not dead which can eternal lie, yet with stranger eons, even death may die. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#death

Still, he figured, sometimes you've got to do what you've got to do, and then sometimes you've just got to run like hell after it's done. ↗

— Derek Landy

#getting-things-done #gotta-do-what-you-gotta-do #life #life-lessons #responsibility

He crouched at the care window and looked in. "What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They're all lovely. Except for that one." His finger jabbed the glass. "That one's a bit ugly." The American stepped towards him. "What? What did you say?" "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure his personality makes up for his face. ↗

— Derek Landy

#humor #humorous #insults #random #what-the-hell

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. ↗

— Pope Paul VI

#dying #every #every day #i #life

You see what you expect to see, Severus. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#what-goes-around-comes-around #death

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. ↗

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#death-and-dying #god #hate #death

What if it's as simple as one moment? One tiny thing, like that kiss on the rocks? What if I'd kissed him a little longer? Would he be alive right now? Or what if I'd stayed with him Friday night, what if I'd been with him… wherever he was? ↗

— Kristina McBride

#grief #missing #what-if #death

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now! ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#hatred #poetry #death