#love

It is love, the teeth told him, that resurrects life from death. Leave us here. Turn your head to the living. ↗

— Naomi Benaron

#love #death

I know she isn’t coming back, but I still think that she will. Nothing can make that go away. We figure out what death means when we’re born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#death

Love is the thing that corrodes the mind and pushes it to do the unimaginable. Love is the thorn that barbs into your flesh and makes you bleed a slow, torturous death. Love is the prison that confines you to the unending darkness that absorbs chunks of your sanity with each fleeting second. Love is an immortal’s worst nightmare. ↗

— Dahlia L. Summers

#death

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#hospice #love #memories #simple-love #spirituality

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#compassion #death #god #grief #heart

Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#death #despair #dystopia #hope #life

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget. ↗

— Jayne Anne Phillips

#men #love

It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being. ↗

— Toni Morrison

#jealousy #love #ownership #freedom

I have loved women even to madness, but I have always loved liberty better. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#love #freedom

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#death #drama #family #flowers #love