#life

WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end. ↗

— Jack Gilbert

#depression #life #poetry #silence #death

Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace. ↗

— David Mazzucchelli

#life #death

We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to. ↗

— Graham Greene

#life #resignation #death

Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand. ↗

— T.E. Lawrence

#fate #life-sentence #death

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#j-a-redmerski #life #logic #purpose #the-edge-of-never

I realized that life doesn't work that way-that just because you have dreams and make plans, it doesn't mean that they will come true. ↗

— Heather London

#life-lessons #dreams

Death is a continuation of my life without me... ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#existentialism #life #death

We're all dead the moment we're born. Just, some of us get there faster than others. ↗

— Alex Scarrow

#death #eternal-war #life #death

There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.....the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope. ↗

— Alexandre Dumas

#death

But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse. Thy victims are they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers withered on the stem. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

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