#wi

How certain are you that this forest is Darken Wood, Raistin?" "How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?" the mage replied. "I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis." The half-elf felt a sudden urge to throw Raistlin off the side of the mountain. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#death

Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

Of how much light will my destiny’s eyes have to become aware until it will come true in death? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#death

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#death #dejan-stojanovic #life #literature #literature-quotes

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #life #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

I’m in a band. I don’t go to church every Sunday. I love punk rock music. Sometimes I use swear words a lot. I respect and admire gay men and women. I’m obsessed with horror films. I know what shame feels like. And guess what old man? Jesus is still my Savior. ↗

— Hayley Williams

#faith #gay-rights #hayley-williams #horror-films #love

A los mortales os hace falta compañía porque tenéis tristeza, deseos y un tiempo limitado de vida. ↗

— Jackson Pearce

#time #wishes #death

As usual, Junko thought about Jack London's 'To Build a Fire.' It was the story of a man traveling alone through the snowy Alaskan interior and his attempts to light a fire. He would freeze to death unless he could make it catch. The sun was going down. Junko hadn't read much fiction, but that one short story she had read again and again, ever since her teacher had assigned it as an essay topic during summer vacation of her first year in high school. The scene of the story would always come vividly to mind as she read. She could feel the man's fear and hope and despair as if they were her own; she could sense the very pounding of his heart as he hovered on the brink of death. Most important of all, though, was the fact that the man was fundamentally longing for death. She knew that for sure. She couldn't explain how she knew, but she knew it from the start. Death was really what he wanted. He knew that it was the right ending for him. And yet he had to go on fighting with all his might. He had to fight against an overwhelming adversary in order to survive. What most shook Junko was this deep-rooted contradiction. The teacher ridiculed her view. 'Death is really what he wanted? That's a new one for me! And strange! Quite 'original,' I'd have to say.' He read her conclusion aloud before the class, and everybody laughed. But Junko knew. All of them were wrong. Otherwise how could the ending of the story be so quiet and beautiful? ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#jack-london #landscape-with-flatiron #beauty

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#death-wish #depression #despair #grief #king-arthur

To me it was plain silly. It is so obvious that life works in terms of species rather than individuals. The individual just has to be born, to develop to the point at which it can procreate, and then to fall away into death to make way for its successors, and humans are no exception whatever they may fancy. ↗

— Diana Athill

#life #social-science #death