#per

They couldn't keep Death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady. ↗

— Joseph Heller

#proper-etiquette #death

I have no auditory depth perception. She said, “I love you,” and I couldn’t even tell if she was 300 miles away, or 6 feet below my feet and 300 years away.
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— Jarod Kintz

#auditory #cemetery #death #depth-perception #grave

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #death-and-dying #etiquette #perspective #self-censorship

...A man can only stumble for so long before he either falls or stands up straight. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#perseverance #leadership

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #ellie-piper #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #lovers

In a world where the dead have returned to life, the word" trouble' loses much of its meaning. ↗

— Dennis Hopper

#perspective #resurrection #trouble #death

All the books were beginning to turn against me. Indeed, I must have been blind as a bat not to have seen it long before, the ludicrous contradiction between my theory of life and my actual experiences as a reader. George MacDonald had done more to me than any other writer; of course it was a pity that he had that bee in his bonnet about Christianity. He was good in spite of it. Chesterton has more sense than all the other moderns put together; bating, of course, his Christianity. Johnson was one of the few authors whom I felt I could trust utterly; curiously enough, he had the same kink. Spenser and Milton by a strange coincidence had it too. Even among ancient authors the same paradox was to be found. The most religious (Plato, Aeschylus, Virgil) were clearly those on whom I could really feed. On the other hand, those writers who did not suffer from religion and with whom in theory my sympathy ought to have been complete -- Shaw and Wells and Mill and Gibbon and Voltaire -- all seemed a little thin; what as boys we called "tinny". It wasn't that I didn't like them. They were all (especially Gibbon) entertaining; but hardly more. There seemed to be no depth in them. They were too simple. The roughness and density of life did not appear in their books. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#religion #experience

TO EXPERIENCE THE BITTERNESS OF LIFE, IS ONE OF THE GREATEST EXPERIENCE TO SUCCESS(SUCCEED) ↗

— Ev. Fredrick Acquah

#success-life #success-qoutes #experience

After my first coaching experience, the field looked more like Gettysburg than a normal defeat. But it wasn’t that bad, as only about half my team lay dead, while the rest were merely dying. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#coaching #dead #death #defeat #dying

Quote from MOONLIGHT MAYHEM – pg 224 “Hero Intercedes”: His hands flickered upward, and before I knew it, they were cupping my face. So, damnably fast now. Demonic-like fast. Trent reeled me closer. Our foreheads joined. He held me, while I trembled in his arms. I was vaguely aware of Evans and Maxwell watching, although it didn’t seem important. Nothing seemed important whenever he did this. It felt like we were enclosed in our own personal bubble made only for the two of us. Trent murmured something in my ear. We stood like that until my shaky legs gradually regained strength. I shut my eyes and pretended my body wasn’t sizzling with heat-lightning because Trent stood so close. My hormones always decided to rebel whenever he put his arms around me. And it wasn’t totally awkward and uncomfortable. No, it felt like the best thing I’d experienced since before Dad’s death. And that’s saying a lot. ↗

— Sherry Soule

#supernatural #urban-fantasy #young-adult #death