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And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#truth #death

O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time... ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#drug-craze #transgression #death

And who ever said the world was fair, little lady? Maybe death is fair, but certainly not life. We must accept the unfairness as proof of the sublime flux of existence, the capricious music of the universe- and go on about our tasks ↗

— Tom Robbins

#existence #fairness #life #universe #death

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight waiting for the hint of a spark ↗

— Death Cab for Cutie

#death

Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#death

Может быть, у смерти совсем другое имя. Мы ведь видим ее всегда только с одной стороны. Может быть, смерть - это совершенная любовь между нами и Богом. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#death

Et Tu Bruté? ↗

— Julius Caesar

#death

Before I lost my father, I never understood the rituals surrounding funerals: the wake, the service itself, the reception afterward,the dinners prepared by well-meaning friends and delivered in plastic containers, even the popular habit of making poster boards filled with photos of the dear departed. But now I know why we do those things. It's busywork, all of it. I had so much to take care of, so many arrangements to make, so many people to inform, I didn't have a moment to be engulfed by the ocean of grief that was lapping at my heels. Instead, I waded through the shallows, performing task after task, grateful to have duties to propel me forward. ↗

— Wendy Webb

#condolence #death #grief #kindness #sympathy

I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings. ↗

— Jennifer Archer

#opening-lines #death

curiosity. its killed more a few cats in its day. ↗

— Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman

#death