#one

آموخت که آدم به غیبت عادت می­کند و این عادت به نبودن عزیزان از نبودنشان ناگوارتر است. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#immigration #lost #missing-someone #death

Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #die #hate #death

It was not right, thought Han Fei-tzu, for his wife to die before him: her ancestor-of-the-heart had outlived her husband. Besides, wives should live longer than husbands. Women were more complete inside themselves. They were also better at living in their children. They were never as solitary as a man alone. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#loneliness #death

There must be some other possibility than death or lifelong penance ... some meeting, some intersection of lines; and some cowardly, hopeful geometer in my brain tells me it is the angle at which two lines prop each other up, the leaning-together from the vertical which produces the false arch. For lack of a keystone, the false arch may be as much as one can expect in this life. Only the very lucky discover the keystone. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#happiness #harmony #keystones #love #marriage

I was overlooked long before anyone knew who I was. ↗

— Paul Desmond

#before #i #knew #long #overlooked

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death! ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#death

A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room. ↗

— Per Petterson

#dogs #emptyness #lonely #sad #silence

People need to be peppered or even outraged occasionally. Our national comedy and drama is packed with earthy familiarity and honest vulgarity. Clean vulgarity can be very shocking and that, in my view, gives greater involvement. ↗

— Kenneth Williams

#comedy #drama #even #familiarity #gives

Death walks among us ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angel-of-death #angels-and-demons #death-and-dying #skn-hammerstone #death

This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#life #nostalgia #technology #telephone #communication