#life

Such was the love of this grandson for his grandmother that two years after the death of his mother, when she herself fell gravely ill, he vowed to her that someday he would try to tell the world her life story. 'But why?' she asked humbly. 'I'm no one, just a girl from the coast' 'But you are everyone, Grandma,' the young Pramoedya told her. 'You are all the people who have ever had to fight to make this life their own. ↗

— Pramoedya Ananta Toer

#death

My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we approach the end. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #drink #end #finality #life

Take what comes and live life without complaint. What will be, will be. Life is a woman's gift; death is God's. ↗

— Nancy McKenzie

#life #life-lessons #death

As for myself: I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing sacred about myself or any human being, that we were all machines, doomed to collide and collide and collide. For want of anything better to do, we became fans of collisions. Sometimes I wrote well about collisions, which meant I was a writing machine in good repair. Sometimes I wrote badly, which meant I was a writing machine in bad repair. I no more harbored sacredness than did a Pontiac, a mousetrap, or a South Bend Lathe. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#human #life #machines #relationships #death

The universe rings true whenever you fairly test it. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#testing #truth #universe #life

Don't fear death, fear the un-lived life [Angus Tuck] ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#missed-chances #death

in the ONLY 1 life we live, we have thousands of tears, millions of smiles, you take some...you give some... ↗

— Umesh

#experience

If you are waiting for anything in order to live and love without holding back, then you suffer. ↗

— David Deida

#living #love #suffering #death

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#dune #life #death

He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in hummingbirds, dragonflies, and luminous moths - but so perfect was his equilibrium that he felt no fear. He was vast, he was many, he was dynamic, he was eternal. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#life #death