#or

I was not much afraid of punishment, I was only afraid of disgrace.But that I feared more than death, more than crime, more than anything in the world. I should have rejoiced if the earth had swallowed me up and stifled me in the abyss. But my invincible sense of shame prevailed over everything . It was my shame that made me impudent, and the more wickedly I behaved the bolder my fear of confession made me. I saw nothing but the horror of being found out, of being publicly proclaimed, to my face, as a thief, as a liar, and slanderer. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#death

When you begin to actively participate in the creation of your life, there is never an end, even in death, for physics tells us that nothing is ever created nor destroyed, merely transformed. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#law-of-attraction #manifestation #manifesting #mind-power #money

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn't lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#humor #irony #life #tragedy #death

Yea though I walk through the Valley of Death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the baddest M-F in the valley. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#death

Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset? ↗

— Daniele Varè

#color #death #funeral #death

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I'll never know. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#humor

Don't interfere!" The Doctor silenced her angrily. "I cannot will my own destruction. ↗

— Peter Grimwade

#doctor-who #fifth-doctor #death

Men and swords. My father said that if you put any able-bodied man, no matter how peaceful, into a room with a sword and a practice dummy and leave him alone, eventually the man would pick up the sword and try to stab the dummy. It is human nature. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#swords #men

It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish. ↗

— Jules Renard

#death #mortality #reading #death

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face? ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#rhianon #sorrow #the-visitor #death