#pat

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#humor #mortality #patience #death

Why is it, my shadow-striding friend, that we don't fear dreams? We lose consciousness, lose control, things happen with no apparent logic and abiding by no apparent rules.... We don't fear dreams, but we do fear madness, and death terrifies us. ↗

— Brent Weeks

#psychopathology #death

My grandpa died yesterday. I ought to know, because I shot him. So come, join me in the fight against patricide by killing your father’s father.
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— Jarod Kintz

#family #fight #grandpa #murder #patricide

For the first time in her life she could see perfectly well how a person arrived on that flight path: needing an alternative to the present so badly, the only doorway was a high window. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#life

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death. ↗

— Mark Twain

#death

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#end #journey #life #path #death

The Simple Path Silence is Prayer Prayer is Faith Faith is Love Love is Service The Fruit of Service is Peace ↗

— Mother Teresa

#love #mother #path #peace #prayer

This path was not that of my conscious choosing. But after persistent subconscious confrontation, I have finally embraced what is, 'souly' for me...and I am thankful, when called upon, to be able to share and give to those who seek their own way of the path. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#confrontation #conscious #embrace #give #journey

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#death #murder #death

Before I lost my father, I never understood the rituals surrounding funerals: the wake, the service itself, the reception afterward,the dinners prepared by well-meaning friends and delivered in plastic containers, even the popular habit of making poster boards filled with photos of the dear departed. But now I know why we do those things. It's busywork, all of it. I had so much to take care of, so many arrangements to make, so many people to inform, I didn't have a moment to be engulfed by the ocean of grief that was lapping at my heels. Instead, I waded through the shallows, performing task after task, grateful to have duties to propel me forward. ↗

— Wendy Webb

#condolence #death #grief #kindness #sympathy