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They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers. The rumors don't matter; they'll fade...People may remember it was suicide, but my name won't be attached. It will just be two lovers, fused together forever. ↗

— Rebecca Serle

#death #heartbreak #love #shakespeare #death

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind #death

For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. I've since found out it's common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition units in our brain being too heated and too easily triggered. This cruel trick of the mind lasted only a few moments, but was long enough to feel with physical force how much I needed you. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#friendship #love #sister #death

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#flower #shrivel #staring #death

All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought. ↗

— David Eagleman

#death #existentialism #human-nature #life #love

Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#ravens #death

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death? ↗

— P.D. James

#sex #violence #death

The relativism which is not willing to speak about truth but only about ‘what is true for me’ is an evasion of the serious business of living. It is the mark of a tragic loss of nerve in our contemporary culture. It is a preliminary symptom of death. ↗

— Lesslie Newbigin

#business

I have seen many die, surrounded by loved ones, and their last words were ‘I love you.’ There were some who could no longer speak yet with their eyes and soft smile left behind that same healing message. I have been in rooms where those who were dying made it feel like sacred ground. (26) ↗

— Stephen Levine

#dying #healing #love #sacred-ground #death

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#eternal #girl #life #love #memories