#not

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#been #born #business #dying #found

Misa: I can't even imagine a world without light! L: Well yes, that would be quite dark. ↗

— Takeshi Obata

#humor #l #misa #death

To die; to decide to die; that's much easier for an adolescent than for an adult. What? Doesn't death strip an adolescent of a far larger portion of future? Certainly it does, but for a young person, the future is a remote, abstract, unreal thing he doesn't really believe in. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#death

By the day's end I realized that there were a zillion ways to apologize to someone, but none of them mattered if you never opened your mouth. ↗

— Jennifer Jabaley

#death-note #death

Start looking around you...and all you see are people the world would be better off without. ↗

— Tsugumi Ohba

#people #world #death

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#death #falling #featureless #labyrinth #nothing

Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#death #nothingness #death

The century's greatest detective, advertised as solving every case imaginable. How great his burden must be, how much pain must he go through every single moment: past, present, and future... A burden so great it would leave you hunched over. A bitter taste in your mouth that would leave you longing for sweets. -M ↗

— NisiOisiN

#death-note #l #m #death

Quasimodo then lifted his eye to look upon the gypsy girl, whose body, suspended from the gibbet, he beheld quivering afar, under its white robes, in the last struggles of death; then again he dropped it upon the archdeacon, stretched a shapeless mass at the foot of the tower, and he said with a sob that heaved his deep breast to the bottom, 'Oh-all that I've ever loved!' The Hunchback of Notre Dame ↗

— Victor Hugo

#the-hunchback-of-notre-dame #death

One deep breath, one last step and out into oblivion where death held out its arms into a welcoming embrace. ↗

— Stephen Craig

#note #peace #sorry #suicide #death