#word

You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me. ↗

— Danielle Monsch

#paranormal-romance #sword-and-sorcery #dating

Talking about one's feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else. ↗

— Derek Landy

#feelings #futility #language #psychiatry #psychoanalysis

I'm bored with it all. (Last words) ↗

— Wiston Churchill

#death #last-words #death

I see black light (his last words) ↗

— Victor Hugo

#death #last-words #light #macabre #death

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness! ↗

— Evelyn Waugh

#death

The body of the Word, then, being a real human body, in spite of its having been uniquely formed from a virgin, was of itself mortal and, like other bodies, liable to death. But the indwelling of the Word loosed it from this natural liability, so that corruption could not touch it. Thus is happened that two opposite marvels took place at once: the death of all was consummated in the Lord's body; yet, because the Word was in it, death and corruption were in the same act utterly abolished. ↗

— St. Athanasius of Alexandria

#god #incarnation #jesus #word #death

Jesus is a descendant of David, the beloved of God. Jesus is the only begotten Son of God who was born into this world and died and rose again. Saint John calls him the Word and the Light. When he died, he did so as atonement for our sins, and when he rose, he did so to defeat the power and curse of death and hell on this once-holy world. Do you believe in him? ↗

— David Holdsworth

#belief #beloved #christianity #faith #holy-in-christ

Az oxigén nélkül hagyott szívizomzat nagy frekvenciával reszket, ütések híján vért nem továbbít, beáll a kamrafibrillatio. A sinuscsomó, mely individuális ritmust adott, mindenkinek a személyes ritmusát, nagy zavarodottságában leáll a maga ütemével, s akkor legalábbis átmenetileg nincs szívműködés. Mindennapi tudatát elveszíti az ember, bár az orvosokkal ellentétben nem mondanám, hogy elveszíti az eszméletét. Jobban észnél voltam, mint bármikor. És akkor valami nagyon érdekes kezdődik, valami fantasztikus történik, tulajdonképpen erről kéne beszélni. 121 122 Olyasmi folytatódik, amit igen nehéz szavakkal megragadni, mert a halál előtti állapotban csaknem érvényét veszíti az egyezményes időszámítás. Egy nagy villanykapcsolót lekattintanak, magát a főkapcsolót. Amitől a látás, az észlelés és a gondolkodás közel sem szűnik meg. E párhuzamosan működő funkciók a frissen szerzett észleléseiket azonban nem a tudat egyezményes időrendjére fűzik fel. ↗

— Péter Nádas

#death-and-dying #dying-last-words #death

Each word's evocative value or virtue, its individual power of touching springs in the mind and of initiating visions, becomes a treasure to revel in. Besides this hold on affection a word may well have about it the glamorous prestige of high adventures in great company. Think of that the plain word "dust" calls to mind. "Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was." "Dust hath closed Helen's eye." "All follow this and come to dust." "The way to dusty death." So, to the lover of words, each word may be not a precious stone only, but one that has shone on Solomon's temple or in Cleopatra's hair. ↗

— C.E. Montague

#words #death

It is not enough that your designs, nay that your actions, are intrinsically good, you must take care they shall appear so. ↗

— Henry Fielding

#ironic #wise-words #design