#us

Was it Jesus you saw a picture of?” he says and looks up at me. If it had not been for the friendly voice and the long pause before the question, I would have thought he was making fun of me. He finds it a little embarrassing that I am a Christian; all he wants is for me not to be different from the other kids, and of all the kids in the neighbourhood, his youngest son is the only one to call himself a Christian. But he is really wondering about this. I feel a flutter of joy because he actually cares, and at the same time I become a bit offended that he underestimates me like that. I shake my head. “It wasn’t Jesus,” I say. ↗

— Karl Ove Knausgård

#karl-ove-knausgaard #karl-ove-knausgård #knausgaard #life #min-kamp

To show his nervousness was not shameful; only to admit it. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#nervousness #shame #death

Could there ever be a wise man without the wisdom or life or without the death of illusion? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#illusion #life #death

That which we call the Hindu religion is really the Eternal religion because it embraces all others. ↗

— Sri Aurobindo

#call #embraces #eternal #hindu #others

Death borders upon our birth and our cradle stands in the grave. ↗

— Bishop Hall

#hall #the-birthing-house #death

The banana flavour of his accidental conception, and the banana theme of his accidental death, now all seemed to conspire against him and rather suggest the universe, Mr Fate or whoever did have some sort of master plan after all. Despite all his earlier conjecturing, maybe the universe, Mr Fate or whoever was laughing its fat and meddling head at him. The outlandish evidence did seem to speak for itself, truly suggesting a mocking narrative devised by some mischievous author because quite simply a banana condom had brought Midnight into the world and a banana skin had seen him out. Putting those two seeming truths together, Midnight was once again forced to ask such confused and searching questions like: What is this place, where am I heading? And what’s the deal with all the ruddy bananas? ↗

— Tom Conrad

#chance #conception #fate #ghosts #midnight-merlot

Get busy with the issue! In this regard, time is not friendly…nor should it be. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#friend #friendly #hurry #issue #matter

In my carpet bag are the mushrooms that I gathered in the woods. With two fingers I pick up a piece and look at it. Then I take a bite and wait for my body to react. Now I'm in a better mood. In a short time I'll be dead. Or alive. I'm not always sure that there's any difference. ↗

— Peter H. Fogtdal

#life #mushrooms #poison #death

eheu, nos miseros, quam totus humuncio nil est. sic erimus cuncti, postquam nos auferet Orcus. ergo vivamus, dum licet esse bene. Alas, us miserable creatures, all that man is is nothing. In this way we will all be, when death carries us. Therefore, we must live, while we are able to be well. ↗

— Patronius

#patronius #trimalchio #death

So che, rifiutando a mia volta di accettare un compromesso con i fondamentalisti e con i signori della guerra, o di annacquare le mie denunce nei loro confronti, protrò finire con l'essere annoverata anch'io nel lungo elenco degli afghani che sono morti per la libertà del loro paese. Ma non si può venire a patti con la verità. E non ho paure di una morte prematura, se la mia morte favorirà la cause della giustizia. ↗

— Malalai Joya

#justice #rebellion #sacrifice #death