#ld

History is the sum total of things that could have been avoided. ↗

— Konrad Adenauer

#avoided #been #could #sum #sum total

Look, this is all very, very weird. Why are you focusing on rumours and urban legends? You haven’t even asked me any normal questions.” “Normal questions? Like what?” “Like, I don’t know, like if Lynch had any enemies.” “Did Lynch have any enemies?” “Well, not that I know of, no.” “Then there really was no point in me asking that, was there? Unless you wanted to distract me. You didn’t want to distract me, did you, Kenny?” “No, that’s not—” “Are you playing a game with me, Kenny?” “I don’t know what you’re—” Inspector Me leaned forward. “Did you kill him?” “No!” “It’d be OK if you did.” Kenny recoiled, horrified. “How would that be OK?” “Well,” Me said, “maybe not ↗

— Derek Landy

#normal #skulduggery-pleasant #urban-legends #weird #death

It would be fun," Skullduggery nodded. "I like kicking Wreath in the face. I haven't had a chance to do it nearly as much as i'd like. ↗

— Derek Landy

#humour #skullduggery-pleasant #death

I sailed through my childhood with a complete lack of any drama. ↗

— Kate Adie

#childhood #complete #drama #i #lack

When the weather's nice, my parents go out quite frequently and stick a bunch of flowers on old Allie's grave. I went with them a couple of times, but I cut it out. In the first place, I don't enjoy seeing him in that crazy cemetery. Surrounded by dead guys and tombstones and all. It wasn't too bad when the sun was out, but twice—twice—we were there when it started to rain. It was awful. It rained on his lousy tombstone, and it rained on the grass on his stomach. It rained all over the place. All the visitors that were visiting the cemetery started running like hell over to their cars. That's what nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then go someplace nice for dinner—everybody except Allie. I couldn't stand it. I know it's only his body and all that's in the cemetery, and his soul's in Heaven and all that crap, but I couldn't stand it anyway. I just wished he wasn't there. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#holden #death

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #legacy #soul #change

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore. ↗

— Annie Proulx

#homesick #old-life #life

Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing. ↗

— Anderson Cooper

#danger #death #death

I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#death