#th

You would have made a fine warrior, you know that?" I am one. Death is my enemy." Yeah, it is, isn't it." God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. "Your scalpel's your dagger." Yup. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#cute #inspirational #death

Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#death

The connections we make in the course of a life--maybe that's what heaven is. ↗

— Fred Rogers

#heaven #life #death

Room of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

Sometimes they do things to make me do the opposite of what they think, I think, they think, I am going to do. ↗

— James Dashner

#death

...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye. ↗

— Knut Hamsun

#frustration #torment #death

There was something about Marilyn. She couldn't act her way out of a bag, but she became an icon because something happened between her and the lens, and no one knows what it is. ↗

— Richard Widmark

#act #bag #became #because #between

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,if he can live after he's died, then maybe he was a great man. Immortality is the only true success. ↗

— James Dean

#immortality #death

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#freedom #life #death

And I put my hand on her arm to stop her rowing. Aaron’s Noise roars up in red and black. The current takes us on. “I’m sorry!” I cry as the river takes us away, my words ragged things torn from me, my chest pulled so tight I can’t barely breathe. “I’m sorry, Manchee!” “Todd?” he barks, confused and scared and watching me leave him behind. “Todd?” “Manchee!” I scream. Aaron brings his free hand towards my dog. “MANCHEE!” “Todd?” And Aaron wrenches his arms and there’s a CRACK and a scream and a cut-off yelp that tears my heart in two forever and forever. And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too much and my hands are on my head and I’m rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that’s inside of me. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#manchee #sad #todd #death