#th

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#death

They laugh when they're embarrassed, they cry when they're happy, and they try to choke you to death when you do something nice for them. ↗

— Heather Burch

#p- #death

Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #scared-to-death #death

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages ↗

— Elias Canetti

#death

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#effort #heroes #name #death

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin. ↗

— J. Patrick Lewis

#death #library #reading #death

Oh, escape is easy once you have the right plan.' 'Do we have the right plan?' 'Not yet.' 'Do we have any plan?' 'Not yet. ↗

— Derek Landy

#death

The Chorus Line: A Rope-Jumping Rhyme we are the maids the ones you killed the ones you failed we danced in air our bare feet twitched it was not fair with every goddess, queen, and bitch from there to here you scratched your itch we did much less than what you did you judged us bad you had the spear you had the word at your command we scrubbed the blood of our dead paramours from floors, from chairs from stairs, from doors, we knelt in water while you stared at our bare feet it was not fair you licked our fear it gave you pleasure you raised your hand you watched us fall we danced on air the ones you failed the ones you killed ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#death

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#decay #destruction #ruin #death

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know. ↗

— Jack London

#realization #suicide #death