#ra

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#delhi #farakka-express #ghosts #india #travel

What do you see to the south?" Tanis asked abruptly. Raistilin glanced at him. "What do I ever see with these eyes of mine Half-Elf?" the mage whispered bitterly. "I see death, death and destruction. I see war." He gestured up above. "The constellations have not returned. The Queen of Darkness is not defeated." "We may have not won the war," Tanis began, "but surely we have won a major battle---" Raistlin coughed and shook his head sadly. "Do you see no hope?" "Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in the vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we should just give up?" Tanis asked, irritably tossing the bark away. "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open," Raistin answered. Coughing he drew his robes more closely around him. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

How certain are you that this forest is Darken Wood, Raistin?" "How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?" the mage replied. "I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis." The half-elf felt a sudden urge to throw Raistlin off the side of the mountain. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

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

— Brian Michael Bendis

#powers #death

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic."- Joseph Stalin ↗

— Joseph Stalin

#death

The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might – one last time before slipping into the pit – be warmed by the light of the sun. ↗

— Jan Neruda

#coffin #corpse #death #funeral #death

Extraordinary afflictions are not always the punishment of extraordinary sins, but sometimes the trial of extraordinary graces. ↗

— Matthew Henry

#always #extraordinary #graces #punishment #sins

Death; those of us who outrun it, can never escape it. It held me in its clutches long enough to steal my life, and though I breathe, and talk, and I'm capable of human emotion on the outside, inside, I'm a cold, putrid corpse of a human being. ↗

— A.M Hudson

#hudson #paranormal-romance #vampire #death

It (politician) wants to separate them. And to do so it has chosen the worst, blackest pencil of all - the pencil of war, which spells only misery and death. ↗

— Zlata Filipović

#war #young-generation #death

Pues así como estoy, me voy a ir. Venid, venid, compañeros los que estáis presentes y ausentes; y con hachas en las manos corred hacia el lugar famoso. Y yo, puesto que mi opinión así ha cambiado, y yo mismo la aprisioné, quiero estar presente para salvarla; pues temo no sea la mejor resolución el vivir observando las leyes establecidas. ↗

— Sophocles

#courage #death #courage