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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

Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#death #flick #helplessness #henna #illness

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#dr-urbino #gabriel-garcia-marquez #love-in-the-time-of-cholera #death

Don't ever pity me. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#life #perfect-chemistry #life

There is some delight in ale and wine And some in girls with ankles fine But my delight, yes always mine Is to dance with Jak O’ the Shadows We will toss the dice however they fall And snuggle the girls be they short or tall Then follow Lord Mat whenever he calls To dance with Jak O’ the Shadows. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death #jak-o-shadows #mat-cauthon #death

The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence. (It's the second of those thoughts: the edition of the newspaper that will come out on the day after I have gone, that is the more distressing.) Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave. Whether it was a hellishly bad party or a party that was perfectly heavenly in every respect, the moment that it became eternal and compulsory would be the precise moment that it began to pall. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#atheism #death #despair #eternal-life #heaven

I moved to assist, but never got the chance. there was some pretty violent banging for a minute, and then a tearing sound. Finally the stall door flew open, and Ray's shirtless body emerged and started bitch-slapping everything in sight. His aim was off, probably due to the difficulty of having his eyes on the other side of the room, but he made up for it with sheer determination. ↗

— Karen Chance

#headless-body #ray #death

I've reached a place with my work where I'm ready to concentrate more on life. ↗

— Dana Delany

#i #life #more #place #reached

All the times being like, 'Who rented this car and why are we going to this place?' You take the easy route and go, 'Oh, thanks for the champagne. I'll have another.' ↗

— Rosario Dawson

#being #car #champagne #easy #go

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #flowers #holden-caulfield #j-d-salinger #death