#lor

Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#glory #death

Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#glory #philosophy #power #war #death

Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#mad-eye-moody #death

I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural would be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#art-collection #elvis #gollum #lord-of-the-rings #art

... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#color #death #forever #hair #lemon

There is no hell, John Temsland. Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#death

If you think about human nature, our favourite pair of shoes are the ones we bought yesterday, our favourite thing is the newest thing that we have…and the thing we’ve seen the most and for the longest period of time is our reflection in the mirror, so obviously that’s going to be our least favourite thing. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#taylor-swift #nature

Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset? ↗

— Daniele Varè

#color #death #funeral #death

Christ's death is the Christian's life. Christ's cross is the Christian's title to heaven. Christ "lifted up" and put to shame on Calvary is the ladder by which Christians "enter into the holiest," and are at length landed in glory. ↗

— J.C. Ryle

#christ #christianity #christianlife #christians #cross

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death  And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us  In the dark don't we know  And when we are paralyzed by nightmares  We know what you are.  With our first cries we rail against you.  We see you in every drop of blood in every tear. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#keturah-and-lord-death #martine-leavitt #death