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For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives(Cassia 'Reached') ↗

— Ally Condie

#life #matched #reached #death

I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter--the Eternity they have entered--where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#death #eternity #happy #heaven #joy

When we see death, we see disaster. When Jesus sees death, he sees deliverance! ↗

— Max Lucado

#heaven #religious #death

Cats know how to obtain food without labor, shelter without confinement, and love without penalties. ↗

— W. L. George

#cats #confinement #food #how #know

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#melissa-de-la-cruz #witches-of-east-end #death

People who die in Detroit and then go to hell probably think they’re in heaven. I know, because I’ve been to Cleveland.
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #detroit #die #heaven #death

Not to be with the one you love, Laura, the one person you should be spending your life with--it’s like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still here. To have that brief, sweet moment of blankness, before your mind reminds you who you are, and why you are unhappy. It was like hell. A living hell of the heart’s own making. ↗

— Harriet Evans

#love #death

I stood beside the U-Haul, and I just watched her. I stared at her while she looked on with the saddest look in her eyes. I wanted to know what she was thinking about, what was going on in her head. What had mad her so sad? I wanted to hug her so bad. When she finally got out of the U-Haul and I introduced myself to her, it took all I had to let go of her hand. I wanted to hold on to it forever. I wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone. Whatever burden it was that she was carrying around, I wanted to carry it for her. I wish I could, Lake. I wish I could take it all away. Unfortunately, that's not how it works. It doesn't just go away. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#death #layken-cohen #sadness #slammed #will-cooper

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#away #could #edge #ended #enormous

If you heard your lover scream in the next room and you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood. You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say, 'Darling, are you OK? ' No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and worry about the pinkie later. The same holds true if you heard the scream, ran in and saw his hand or -god forbid- his whole arm. But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room, and you run in and his head is on the floor next to his body. Which do you rush to and comfort first? ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#hunting-for-cherubs #poetry #death