#ow

Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall. ↗

— Christopher Marlowe

#greatness #power #war #death

The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me-a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death-or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day. ↗

— Daniel Keyes

#flowers-for-algernon #death

..bright eyes and subtle variations of blue... ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #rainbow #song-lyrics #veins #dreams

Three causes especially have excited the discontent of mankind; and, by impelling us to seek remedies for the irremediable, have bewildered us in a maze of madness and error. These are death, toil, and the ignorance of the future.. ↗

— Charles Mackay

#madness #death

...And that, my friend, is why Brendan Fraser sucks. ↗

— Brian Michael Bendis

#powers #death

Who are we to make such a decision? To allow another living being - any living being - to die, when ours is the power to prevent it? - Reed Richards (Mister Fantastic) ↗

— John Byrne

#death #life #power-of-life-and-death #sanctity-of-life #death

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it. ↗

— William Golding

#fear #sleep #the-unknown #death

To me it was plain silly. It is so obvious that life works in terms of species rather than individuals. The individual just has to be born, to develop to the point at which it can procreate, and then to fall away into death to make way for its successors, and humans are no exception whatever they may fancy. ↗

— Diana Athill

#life #social-science #death

I run like I have cirrus clouds for legs and rainbow knees. What is life, if not a marathon of love?
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— Jarod Kintz

#clouds #funny #humor #knees #life

Death continues to stalk the streets, stealing the souls of our children as they sleep. We're running out of fingers to close their eyes, voices to bless their souls, hands to dig their graves. Poisonous fumes from their unburied bodies contaminate the alleys, and the ghosts of those who have been buried rise nightly. Their tiny forms dance above their tombstones, an agonising reminder that we've failed them. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #death