#hi

Come out, Yamiko, come out... ↗

— Katlyn Charlesworth

#historical-fiction #japan #death

Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...? ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

...she knew, with all her heart that running away from the country’s top relationship coach was as good as saying, 'there’s no hope for me, ever'! ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

I know there's no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will scream out for this. That one speck of my soul will still exist and be left trapped and wanting. For you. For the light. For anything. ↗

— Drew Magary

#dying #nothingness #death

Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence. ↗

— Meredith Duran

#philosphical #truth #wise #death

Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a share in death? ↗

— Titus Lucretius Carus

#lucretius #mind #philosophy #spirit #death

I didn't just hear music. It seemed as if I were part of the music. ↗

— Don Piper

#unity #worship #death

There are three certainties in a writer's life: death, taxes, and rejection letters. ↗

— T.L. Rese

#rejection #writing-life #death

we deceive ourselves in thinking that death only follows life whereas it both goes before and will follow after it for where is the difference in not beginning or ceasing to exist the effect of both is not to be ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#death

Then he turned his attention to the other one. He kicked and stopped on Scar-Face, turning her to jelly. He relished every breaking bone, every shattered rib, and every ruptured organ. He laughed when one eyeball spurted from it's socket and when shards of broken bones tore through her flesh. Then, still not satisfied, he leaped into the air and jumped up and down on her corpse. Flesh and blood and hair matted between the treads of his shoe. Then he dipped his index finger in her remains, and used her blood to add two more slash marks to the scorecard on his arm. ↗

— Brain Keene- Urban Gothic

#gore #horror #urban-gothic #death