#mo

We can what if ourselves to death, but it won't do anything. The only thing we can do is keep moving even when it feels like you're walking through a pit of cement. ↗

— Chelsea M. Cameron

#death

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother. ↗

— Michael Grant

#death #fayz #mother #death

Žena zna, žene uvijek znaju, makar ništa ne bilo rečeno, i prije će pomisliti da jest nego da nije. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#meša-selimović #žena #žene #death

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#death #envy #god #heart #lungs

Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious ↗

— Yann Martel

#emotions #death

The train blows through town delivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone” Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#depression #grief #grieving #loneliness #loss

Let's suppose that you want to say, "I am a jerk." IN the 18th century, you would have to go around person to person and utter the phrase individually to each one of them. However, here in the third millennium, with our advances in telephone communication, it is possible to say "I am a jerk" to a thousand people at a time by forgetting to turn off your cell phone and having it ring during a performance of Death of a Salesman. ↗

— Steve Martin

#communication

It's easier to die than to move ... at least for the Other Side you don't need trunks. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#death #moving #death

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. ↗

— Stephen King

#full-dark-no-stars #morbid #stephen-king #death

Octave staggered to his feet, his stick swinging back to point toward Nicholas. He felt a wave of heat and saw spellfire crackle along the length of polished wood, preparing itself for another explosive burst. Crack was moving toward Octave, but Madeline shouted, "Get back!" Nicholas ducked, as a shot exploded behind him. Octave fell backward on the carpet and the blue lightning flared once and vanished with a sharp crackle. Nicholas looked at Madeline. She stepped forward, holding a small double-action revolver carefully and frowning down at the corpse. He said, "I wondered what you were waiting for." "You were in my line of fire, dear," she said, preoccupied. "But look. ↗

— Martha Wells

#humor #relationship #snappy-dialogue #death