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Shriveled apple cores stood side by side on the window sill, a long row of them with their seed chambers bitten open and the pointed sees scattered on the floor. The brown, discolored remnants of their flesh bore the imprint of his grandfather's teeth. That was the image This was left with, the one that ever since was the first to recur when he thought of his dead grandfather: shriveled apple cores on the sill of a window that looked out onto an overgrown garden. ↗

— Hansjörg Schertenleib

#descriptive #death

Let me get this straight: You want to poison me nearly to death, put me out to the side of the road and then set me on fire, right?" "...It sounded a lot better when we were out in the mushroom patch." "Those must have been SOME mushrooms!" --Reggie Sinclair and The Witches in Training from Angela's Coven. ↗

— Bruce Jenvey

#death

The smoke detectors began to ring; for they were battery-powered and thus still functioned, just as a record can still be played after the death of every member of the orchestra. ↗

— William T. Vollmann

#music #time #death

But this, though: death, the whole of death,-even before life's begun, to hold it all so gently, and be good: this is beyond description! ↗

— Rilke

#death

Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

In the years after the death of Petrus, Hillegond had refused all offers of marriage, certain that her knowledge of men, despite her uncountable intimate encounters with them, was seriously bescrewed. Further, she grew certain from a recurring nightmare that should she ever consider a man as a second spouse, he would strangle her in her bed with a ligature. ↗

— William Kennedy

#ligature #men #death

On the church vaulting above was the clock-face of eternity, void of number and serving as its own hand, only one black finger was pointing and the dead wanted to tell the time by it. ↗

— Jean Paul

#church #death #eternity #religion #time

Miranda rolls her eyes. "Passing over," she says. "That's nice. Is that anything like kicking the bucket? Keeling over, taking a dirt nap, biting the big one? ↗

— Kelly Braffet

#mother-and-daughter #passing-over #death

We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

We have a lot of thoughts throughout our entire life, but ultimately we get all to the conclusion of a single thought: Death! ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death