#m

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens. ↗

— Woody Allen

#fear #humor #life #death

Morning brings back the heroic ages. There was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#age

In every day and in every way, we're all that much closer to death. ↗

— Charles Atkins

#humor #sarcastic #death

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death

Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #rosemarie-hathaway #death

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. ↗

— William Ernest Henley

#fate #master #death

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death #enemy #death

Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dursley #hagrid #harry-potter #humor #pig

Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#greek #humor #mythology #percy-jackson #sorry

No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?" "They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer. "And what is hell? Can you tell me that?" "A pit full of fire." "And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?" "No, sir." "What must you do to avoid it?" I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#hell #humor #religion #death