#ions

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#death-and-dying #humor #humorous #humorous-quotations #internet

My mom and dad died, but in their place I got a house of fog that’s easy to hide my feelings in. (No smoking, please.)
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #emotions #family #feelings #fog

Yea though I walk through the Valley of Death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the baddest M-F in the valley. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#death

Do not only think about it, but feel about it, also, before taking appropriate action. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#consciousness #emotions #feel #impulse #planning

Families can also be divided into subgroups with different values, perspectives, and and communication styles, even if a subgroup consists of only one individual. ↗

— David Bedrick

#david-bedrick #dr-phil #family-relationships #individuality #love-based-psychology

Sometimes, inflexibility creates a callus, scarring over all the bitterness and disappointment improperly, and there is no honest way to break that silence or that infinite distance, not even in death, not even in memory. ↗

— Víctor del Árbol

#relationships #resentment #death

That's the point of it, to have those connections, as painful as they are, as much worry as they might cause; they give back in strength and comfort and joy, believe it or not, and the more connections you make, the happier you are, the more point there is to getting up and getting through the day. ↗

— Gregory Galloway

#existentialism #death

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious ↗

— Yann Martel

#emotions #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

Octave staggered to his feet, his stick swinging back to point toward Nicholas. He felt a wave of heat and saw spellfire crackle along the length of polished wood, preparing itself for another explosive burst. Crack was moving toward Octave, but Madeline shouted, "Get back!" Nicholas ducked, as a shot exploded behind him. Octave fell backward on the carpet and the blue lightning flared once and vanished with a sharp crackle. Nicholas looked at Madeline. She stepped forward, holding a small double-action revolver carefully and frowning down at the corpse. He said, "I wondered what you were waiting for." "You were in my line of fire, dear," she said, preoccupied. "But look. ↗

— Martha Wells

#humor #relationship #snappy-dialogue #death