#he

Make every day count... Even when you think it's the worst day of your life; for you never know when it'll be your last. ↗

— Solange nicole

#living-in-the-present #solange #death

They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, heaven or hell is born. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#heaven #hell #life #death

The love of God is a hard love. It demands total self-surrender, disdain of our human personality. And yet it alone can reconcile us to suffering and the deaths of children, it alone can justify them, since we cannot understand them, and we can only make God's will ours. ↗

— Albert Camus

#the-plague #death

Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend. ↗

— Richard Matheson

#post-apocalyptic #richard-matheson #sci-fi #sf-masterworks #death

Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting. ↗

— Andrzej Sapkowski

#fantasy #fiction #the-witcher #death

Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#death #nothingness #death

...that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love. ↗

— Ari Berk

#the-undertaken-trilogy #death

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#byron #death-and-dying #destruction-of-sennacherib #war #warriors

Mama said it's probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don't think I really knew my own mother until I had children, and if she was different before, I don't remember. ↗

— Nancy E. Turner

#death #mother #motherhood #understanding #death

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear? ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#beat #death-and-dying #early-stories-and-other-writings #fear-of-death #fleeting-life