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I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can’t go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#fools #nuisance #death

We born dyin'...But you ask a man an' he talk like he gonna live forevah. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#living #death

You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

The moment God is figured out with nice neat lines and definitions, we are no longer dealing with God. ↗

— Rob Bell

#faith #god #jesus #spirituality #faith

Peabody, you never cease to amaze me." "One day I'll tell you about my granny and her five lovers." "Five lovers isn't abnormal for a woman's lifetime." "Not in her lifetime; last month. All at the same time." Peabody glanced up, deadpan. "She's ninety-eight. I hope to take after her. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#grandmother #lovers #death

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think. ↗

— Henry Miller

#blood #eloquent #fecundity #incomprehensible #light

Death's brother, sleep. ↗

— Virgil

#death #michelle-harrison #sleep #the-aeneid #unrest

For Death is the meaning of night; The eternal shadow Into which all lives must fall, All hopes expire. ↗

— Michael Cox

#life #death

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life. ↗

— John Green

#death #drama #life #minor-figure #death

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes. ↗

— Clarice Lispector

#last-sentence #the-hour-of-the-star #death