#ife

Once someone asked me, "What do you want to be your epitaph?" So I said, "Paulo Coelho died when he was alive. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#humanity #life #philosophy #death

She understood the genre constraints, the decencies were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as a reaction to suffering or as an act of rage against the Almighty. Vampire interviewee Louis is in despair at his brother’s death when he accepts Lestat’s offer. Frankenstein’s creature is driven to violence by the violence done to him. Even Lucifer’s rebellion emerges from the agony of injured price. The message is clear: By all means become an abomination—but only while unhinged by grief or wrath. ↗

— Glen Duncan

#jake #lestat #lucifer #death

I'm not courting death; I've far too many books left to read. ↗

— Alison Sinclair

#death #life #shadowborn #death

There is a connection between heaven and earth. Finding that connection gives meaning to everything, including death. Missing it makes everything meaningless, including life. ↗

— John H. Groberg

#life #meaning #spiritual #death

The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#life #philosophical #philosophy #death

Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says, "I am coming. ↗

— Virgil Publius Vergilius Maro

#death

When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry. ↗

— Adam Selzer

#zombies #death

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room. ↗

— Anita Shreve

#death #life #the-pilot-s-wife #death

I'm not ashamed of heroic ambitions. If man and woman can only dance upon this earth for a few countable turns of the sun... let each of us be an Artemis, Odysseus, or Zeus... Aphrodite to the extent of the will of each one. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artemis #dance #dancing #death #life

I cannot tell you what it is that guides us in this life; but for me, I fell toward the Chairman just as a stone must fall toward the earth. When I cut my lip and met Mr. Tanaka, when my mother died and I was cruelly sold, it was all like a stream that falls over rocky cliffs before it can reach the ocean. Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#life-lessons #death