#ra

He is being nibbled to death by ducks. --More Later, Less the Same ↗

— James Tate

#death

Eyes like streams of melting snow, Cold with the things she does not know, Heaven above and Hell benieth, Liquid flames to hold her grief, Death,Death, Death with no release ↗

— Kierston White

#death

I'll wait. By the way, sex-me-up shoes?" "I was following a theme." "Well." Reo turned her ankles, looked down. "They are pretty fabulous." "They are," Mira agreed. "I was going to say the same about yours. What a terrific color." "Could we not talk about shoes in the box that still smells of evildoer?" "You started it," Reo reminded her before she turned back to Mira. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #in-death-series #jd-robb #reo #death

People told me not to get married; I didn´t listen. No one ever listens, it seems to me now. Perhaps people should stop trying to communicate. N was not a communicator; early on, I´d insisted on communication. Now I see his point acutely. I would love to have him back to not communicate with me. I would never ask for communication again, I would simply go elsewhere for the deep fish. Also, I´m not at all sure I want to hear what he has to say in this new vista. This works out well. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

Only the virtuous can count on life, the pursuer of evil can only ever count on death. ↗

— Travis Berketa

#death #evil #inspirational #life #murder

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#death

The unlimited creativity of humanity has created cruelty so chilling that death itself has become a welcomed and kind benefactor. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#cause-and-effect #generations #death

The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#les-miserables #death

Kernel grins. “To the death, Master Grady?” “To the death, Master Fleck,” I grin back. Then we both say together, “But not ours! ↗

— Darren Shan

#kernel-fleck #death

Is this your first case?' This from the ugliest person Winter had ever seen. His face resembled five pounds of meat loaf molded by an arthritic potter. ↗

— Åke Edwardson

#scandinavian-literature #death