#v

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me. ↗

— Tess Gerritsen

#heaven #hope #death

Vanity is as old as the mammoth. ↗

— W. L. George

#old #vanity

Wars teach us not to love our enemies, but to hate our allies. ↗

— W. L. George

#hate #love #our #teach #to love

Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as the image of my father, whose life was spent like this, thinking of death, to the exclusion of other sensual matters, so in the end that life was easy to give up, since it contained nothing: even my mother's voice couldn't make him change or turn back as he believed that once you can't love another human being you have no place in the world. ↗

— Louise Glück

#life #love #poetry #change

Once a thing is set to happen, all you can do is hope it won't. Or will-depending. As long as you live, there’s always something waiting, and even if it’s bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can’t stop living. ↗

— Truman Capote

#death #fate #inspirational #life #living

Have McNab take the edge if you need one. Can he handle bad cop?" "He does it really well during personal role-playing games when I'm the reluctant witness. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #peabody #death

In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#good #philosophy #death

How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive? How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn't let go of their loved ones when they're gone? ↗

— Ben Sherwood

#love #moving-on #death

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #sadness #sylvia-plath #the-bell-jar #change

Haters' don't hate you, they hate self and project the energy outward because there is no courage to confront internal fears. Therefore, ignore hate or else it becomes you, also. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#courage