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We must make haste then, not only because we are daily nearer to death, but also because the conception of things and the understanding of them cease first. ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#knowledge #understanding #death

I dedicate this to all those who did not live to tell it. And may they please forgive me for not having seen it all nor remembered it all, for not having divined all of it - from The Gulag Archipelago ↗

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

#life #truth #writing #death

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#horror #war #death

Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#dreams

Was there any meaning to life or to war, that two men should sit together and jump within seconds of each other and yet never meet on the ground below? ↗

— David Kenyon Webster

#war #death

I never saw Death before, and now I see That it is warring eyes in a woman's form. ↗

— Thiruvalluvar

#love #woman #death

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death. ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #beauty-in-literature #beauty-in-nature #bed #death

The world won't end with a bang or a whimper. It'll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl. ↗

— Darren Shan

#destiny #destruction #werewolf #death

The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death. When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say, But maybe not for seventy or eighty years. And I say, Maybe you, but me, I'm already gone. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#prozac-nation #death

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind, when it has once seized on it, like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling; but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death-a state which I feared yet did not understand. ↗

— Mary Shelley

#ignorance #knowledge #pain #death