#lit

The moment a woman realizes that she has nothing to live for - neither love, duty, purpose nor hope - holds for her the bitterness of death. ↗

— L. M. Montgonery

#reality #death

She was someone who heard each grain in the hour-glass, she felt the passing seconds like sandpaper against her softest skin. Time actually seemed to hurt her, and people helped her get through it. [..] Sometimes it seemed to Nathan that her life was just that, a feat of held breath, just another ten seconds, just another five, and then death would flood her lungs like water, a string of glass bubbles to the surface and then nothing. She was scared in a way that he could understand. The kind of fear that sends you running across a six-lane highway or jumping into rapids. She was someone who ran towards her fear, screaming. Who tried to frighten it. Who, in another period of history, would have been worshipped as a saint or burned as a witch. ↗

— Rupert Thomson

#fear #mortality #death

Մահ ոչ իմացեալ՝ մահ է, մահ իմացեալ՝ անմահութիւն է: Death, unanticipated, is death; death, anticipated, is immortality. ↗

— Saint Vardapet Eghishē

#immortality #life #death

Behind everyday reality, there is a deeper reality so cruel that it condemns to death those who crime is no greater than the pursuit of their own curiosity. ("Shem-El-Nessim: An Inspiration In Perfume") ↗

— Chris Bell

#horror #reality #truth #death

If I should die," said I to myself, "I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have lov'd the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember'd. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#immortality #remeberance #beauty

Death swallows death. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#death #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

They are both spectacular, Life and death. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #life #literature #literature-quotes #poems

How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death. Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. --from The History Lesson ↗

— Aberjhani

#hope #inspiration #peace #poetry #romance

Many writers, especially male ones, have told us that it is the decease of the father which opens the prospect of one's own end, and affords an unobstructed view of the undug but awaiting grave that says 'you're next.' Unfilial as this may seem, that was not at all so in my own case. It was only when I watched Alexander [my own son] being born that I knew at once that my own funeral director had very suddenly, but quite unmistakably, stepped onto the stage. I was surprised by how calmly I took this, but also by how reluctant I was to mention it to my male contemporaries. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#fathers #mortality #sons #writers #death

A job is like a politician struggling in the water. Be sure you hold it down.
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— Jarod Kintz

#drown #drowning #economy #funny #humor