#los

When we die, as when the scenes have been fixed on to celluloid and the scenery is pulled down and burnt — we are phantoms in the memories of our descendants. Then we are ghosts, my dear, then we are myths. But still we are together. We are the past together, we are a distant past. Beneath the dome of the mysterious stars, I still hear your voice. ↗

— Jostein Gaarder

#life #philosophy #death

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream? ↗

— Marguerite Yourcenar

#philosophy #dreams

In 1978, the tradition of running from village to village with a message was revived. that first run was from Davis to Los Angeles, a distance of 500 miles. ↗

— Dennis Banks

#davis #distance #first #los #los angeles

Apocalypse is a frame of mind." [Nicodemus] said then. "A belief. A surrender to inevitability. It is a despair for the future. It is the death of hope. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#philosophy #death

In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle to… Breathe. ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#breathing #emma-thomas #loss #love #reason-to-breathe

I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterbrained woman, sacrificing everything to her, his friendships, his work, the very respectability of his life and who one evening recognized that he had never loved her. He had been bored, thats all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen even loveless slavery, even war or death. ↗

— Albert Camus

#existentialism #philosophy #the-fall #death

The only way to prove that you're a good sport is to lose. ↗

— Ernie Banks

#good #lose #only #prove #way

We are gods with anuses. ↗

— Ernest Becker

#human-condition #humor #philosofy #psychology #religion

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#afterlife #death #ghost #grief #loss

I often close my eyes because I can't tolerate violence. ↗

— Christine Baranski

#close #eyes #i #often #tolerate