#k

I find no peace, and all my war is done, I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind yet can I not arise; And naught I have and all the world I seize on. That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison, And holdeth me not, yet can I scape nowise; Nor letteth me live nor die at my devise, And yet of death it giveth none occasion. Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain; I desire to perish, and yet I ask health; I love another, and thus I hate myself; I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain. Likewise displeaseth me both death and life And my delight is causer of this strife. ↗

— Thomas Wyatt

#poems #death

I was vegetarian for a long time, and in the last four years I started eating chicken and fish. I feel like it really built up my strength a lot. ↗

— Laura Wilkinson

#chicken #eating #feel #fish #four

Why doesn't it bother her? Seriously, it doesn't. She's not putting on a front. She's in a serious relationship with a guy who has sex with other women for a living, and it doesn't matter to her." "I married a cop." Roarke smiled at her. "We all have our levels of acceptance. He was an LC when they met, just as she was a doctor, and one who often works in dangerous areas of the city." She shot him the same easy smile. "So...if I'd been an LC when we met, you wouldn't have any problem with me banging other guys. Professionally." "None at all, as I'd kick your ass and murder all of them. But that's my level of acceptance. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #level-of-acceptance #louise #roarke #death

Ignorance is fatal. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #fatal #ignorance #knowledge #ray

There is no hell, John Temsland. Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#death

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#death

It is a sign that your reputation is small and sinking if your own tongue must praise you. ↗

— Matthew Hale

#own #praise #reputation #sign #sinking

Souls live on without their bodies. But bodies without souls are nothing but compost. ↗

— Gina Damico

#croak #death #souls #spiritual #death

There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each other. The stronger twin develops normally, while the weaker twin crumples and is encased by the body of the stronger twin, where it becomes a parasite. The result is a single child, plagued by a twin-shaped fossil inside. Like a tumor. In death Rose became Linden’s parasitic twin. They were two separate organisms once, growing steadily beside each other. Two pulses. Two brains. But she has crumpled and died, and still he carries her inside himself. She goes where he goes, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, a shadow behind his ribs. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#poetic-fiction #death

Here I'm here- the snow falling. ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#nature #poetry #nature