#vin

Dying’s easy. It’s living that’s hard. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#dying #easy #hard #life #living

It turns out that speeding irresponsibly in a large truck, placing personal wealth ahead of the welfare of others, is one of the greatest sins in the Universe.... ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#reckless-driving #rules-of-the-universe #speeding #death

Mark Spitz had met plenty of the divine-retribution folks over the months. This was their moment; they were umbrella salesmen standing outside a subway entrance in a downpour. The human race deserved the plague, we brought it on ourselves for poisoning the planet, for the Death of God, the calculated brutalities of the global economic system, for driving primordial species to extinction: the entire collapse of values as evidenced by everything from nuclear fission to reality television to alternate side of the street parking. Mark Spitz could only endure these harangues for a minute or two before he split. It was boring.The plague was the plague. You were wearing galoshes, or you weren't. ↗

— Colson Whitehead

#blame #devine-retribution #zombies #death

Did you ever, think when the hearse passes by, that someday in it you will lie? ↗

— Kelly Braffet

#humor #last-seen-leaving #death

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord, For that a little emptier My house on earth, what rich rewards That guerdon were. ↗

— Amy Carmichael

#death #death

Fifty million people die every year, six thousand die every hour, and over one hundred people die every minute. But when thousands of people die in the same place and at the same time, we are more likely to wonder why God would allow such a thing to happen. ↗

— Steve Farrar

#death #tragedy #death

The road makes a noise all its own. It's a single note that stretches in all directions, low and nearly inaudible, only I could hear it loud and persistent... ↗

— Gregory Galloway

#road #death

For the rest of the morning they worked quietly ad steadily, realizing that their contentment here at Uncle Monty's house did not erase their parents' death, not at all, but at least it made them feel better after feeling so sad, for so long. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#grieving #death

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of living…sometimes much more brilliantly than people could cope with, including the Fey individuals themselves. ↗

— T.A. Miles

#dying #fey #genetic-state #life #living

Paraphrasing Yeats: It was as the Irish poet had written, a waste of breath, the years that had gone past, the years to come. There was only the present moment to live and die in. [ref. An Irish Airman Foresees His Death ...The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. W.B. Yeats ↗

— Tan Twan Eng

#living #present #death