#o

Because you are my sister in every fiber of my being....but there are aother strands that link us, that wouldn't be seen by even the strongest electron microscope.......We are conjoined by hundreds os thousands of memories that silt down into you and stop being memories and become a part of who you are. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#death

Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer. ↗

— Willa Cather

#suffering #virgin-mary #woman #death

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#death

Time to sit down," Fred told Harry, "Or we're going to get run over by the bride. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #death

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#godot #purpose #death

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones never said, the ones that always just hang there in the back of the mind like a dark cloud. There's so much to say but no one to say it to because the person you want most to hear it is already gone. That's how he felt. Sorrow, regret, a wound so deep it didn't even bleed. Like a puncture wound, an ache that didn't heal but just hurt. He didn't know if he wanted it to heal. That'd be too much like a final goodbye. ↗

— Virginia Brown

#goodbyes #grief #death

Daddy, look — one of the gnomes actually bit me! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#death-and-dying #death

We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try. ↗

— Ekaterina Sedia

#decisions #mortality #regret #souls #death

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death ↗

— Anne Rice

#death