#les

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead. ↗

— Homer

#the-odyssey #death

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresden-files #death

Fortune helps the intrepid and abandons the cowards. I am the daughter of a man who did not know of fear. Whatever may come, I am resolved to follow that course until death. ↗

— Caterina Sforza

#fearlessness #death

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

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it. ↗

— Tanith Lee

#flat-earth #flesh #magician #soul #tanith-lee

When compared to the fact that he might very well be dead by this time tomorrow, whether he was courageous or not today was pointless, empty. When compared to the fact that he might be dead tomorrow, everything was pointless. It just didn't make any difference. It was pointless to the tree, it was pointless to every man in his outfit, pointless to everybody in the whole world. Who cared? It was not pointless only to him; and when he was dead, when he ceased to exist, it would be pointless to him too. More important: Not only would it be pointless, it would have been pointless all along. This was an obscure and rather difficult point to grasp. Understanding of it kept slipping in and out on the edges of his mind. It flickered, changing its time sense and tenses. At those moments when he understood it, it left him with a very hollow feeling. ↗

— James Jones

#emptiness #pointlessness #understanding #change

Writing doesn't leave much time for hobbies, unless you consider that I began writing as a hobby and have made the hobby into a profession. ↗

— Nelson DeMille

#consider #hobbies #hobby #i #into

Pagan lifted one shoulder and I prayed by all that was holy that she’d take off that pink bra. This may be invading her privacy but I was Death, dammit. I should get some privileges. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#ceaseless #death

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster. ↗

— Kohta Hirano

#desperation #good-and-bad #good-and-evil #grief #hopelessness

السبب الرئيسي لتقدمه ببطء كان إيمانه الراسخ بإنه سينجح، كأنه يفكر في نفسه، أكاد أصل، لكن في أعماقة شيئاً آخر يؤخره، هاجساً يمكن التعبير عنه بهذه الكلمات، كلما أسرعت في الوصول كلما تحتم علىّ الإسراع بالمغادرة ↗

— جوزيه ساراماجو

#faith #life-lessons #slow #death