#ill

Do we kill time, or does time ultimately kill us? ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#killing-time #time-passing #weary #death

You do not get what you wish for, unless it be known to the source of your desire. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#desires #fulfillment #hope #quotes #relationships

I loved you, you know... It's not my fault the world is what it is. ↗

— Ed Brubaker

#fatale #love #sean-phillips #world #death

I don't see any reason to quit playing. I'll be doing this at least till I get to a hundred and something. You know, I ain't got far to go. But I'm still going to be playing, as long as I have good ideas, and can play as I do. ↗

— Claude Williams

#doing #far #get #go #going

Everyone absolutely knows what a strawberry tastes like, even if you are allergic to them. Everyone absolutely knows what the toilet flushing sounds like. Everyone absolutely scratches their mosquito bites. And I know that I was absolutely ready to die. This wasn't a cry for help. I didn't want to be saved. I was ready to call it quits. Done. Terminado. ↗

— Kimberly Russell

#suicide #the-truth-about-lilly-barnes #death

Not only during the ascent, but also during the descent my willpower is dulled. The longer I climb the less important the goal seems to me, the more indifferent I become to myself. My attention has diminished, my memory is weakened. My mental fatigue is now greater than the bodily. It is so pleasant to sit doing nothing - and therefore so dangerous. Death through exhaustion is like death through freezing - a pleasant one. ↗

— Reinhold Messner

#death #freezing #willpower #death

It never occurred to them that God may have provided the world with a vast array of very brainy medical types for the very reason of solving problems such as theirs. However, there is one thing that the medical profession cannot do and that is save people from being idiots. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#doctors #god #illness #medical-establishment #pain

Take sleep mark death. ↗

— Glen L. Richards

#illu #jamaican #proverb #death

He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. “Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?” he said. “No,” she said. “You can tell me about it when we survive.” She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#death

You’re right about something else,” he said, his voice ragged. “I’m scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you’ll own me, and I’ll have nothing left to fight with. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#death