#sk

Fletcher appeared beside her. He peered at the baby. "Can it do any tricks yet?" "I'm still working on it. Want to hold her?" "God, no," Fletcher said laughing. "I'd drop it." "It's not an it, it's my baby sister. Go on, hold her. You won't make a mess of it, i swear. Only an idiot could drop a baby." "You always say I am an idiot." "But you're a special kind of idiot. Here." She passed Alice into his arms, and he stood there, rigid, a look of intense concentration on his face. ↗

— Derek Landy

#derek-landy #idiots #skulduggery-pleasant #death

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation. ↗

— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

#balloons #celebrate #children #die #graduated

I am a rational man, but haven't you heard? i'm also insane. It gives me a unique perspective on things. ↗

— Derek Landy

#death

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresden-files #death

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#death #spanish #death

Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they'd been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair. ↗

— Clive Barker

#barker #clive #halloween #harvey #hood

Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?” he asked. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#dad #freak #good-bye #kiss #death

Death walks among us ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angel-of-death #angels-and-demons #death-and-dying #skn-hammerstone #death

After that there was silence for a while, only the sound of the shovel biting into the earth and the hissing splatter of the loose dirt. They stood him up, his back to the well. In the dark, desperate sky, just above the scalloped line the treetops made, three stars formed a pleading little constellation. No one looked at them, no one cared. This was the time for death, not the time for mercy. ("The Number's Up") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death #night #night-sky #sky #death

When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly. ↗

— Patrick Overton

#faith #risk #unknown #faith