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Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers? ↗

— MaryJanice Davidson

#death

Fuck you! I hope you die!" "Everybody Dies," I said. "So fuck you. ↗

— Lawrence Block

#pessimism #truth #death

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room. ↗

— Anita Shreve

#death #life #the-pilot-s-wife #death

ABNORMAL, adj. Not conforming to standards in matters of thought and conduct. To be independent is to be abnormal, to be abnormal is to be detested. A striving toward the straiter [sic] resemblance of the Average Man than he hath to himself, whoso attaineth thereto shall have peace, the prospect of death and the hope of Hell. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#bierce #detested #independant #thought #death

A common vision can unite people of very different temperaments. ↗

— Timothy Keller

#friendship #temperaments #unity #vision #relationship

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing. ↗

— André Breton

#surrealism #change

You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins.” “I’m going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#death

I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die. ↗

— Addison Moore

#celestra #death #end #ethreal #love

I'm not ashamed of heroic ambitions. If man and woman can only dance upon this earth for a few countable turns of the sun... let each of us be an Artemis, Odysseus, or Zeus... Aphrodite to the extent of the will of each one. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artemis #dance #dancing #death #life

And this was perhaps the first time in my life that death occurred to me as a reality. I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it—it, the physical act. I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as, possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it had made me suffer. But the silence of the evening, as I wandered home, had nothing to do with that storm, that far off boy. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine. ↗

— James Baldwin

#suicide #death