#yin

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit. ↗

— Joe Abercrombie

#death-and-dying #death

Oh yeah, I mean every fighter has got be dedicated, learn how to sacrifice, know what the devotion is all about, make sure you're paying attention and studying your art. ↗

— Marvin Hagler

#art #attention #dedicated #devotion #every

Dying is a universe of its own.  ↗

— Arlene Ang

#death-and-dying #fallen #poetry #death

Death is perfectly safe. (55) ↗

— Stephen Levine

#dying #safety #death

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#dying #fear #sickness #death

And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference! ↗

— Kim Harrison

#difference #evaluating #grace #madison #spying

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster. ↗

— Kohta Hirano

#desperation #good-and-bad #good-and-evil #grief #hopelessness

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing. ↗

— Ira N. Barin

#death-and-dying #death-and-love #death-and-sickness #hurting #losing

The guard looked down at the scarlet bloodstains blooming on his chest. He appeared to think of something that he needed to say, but as his lips began to form the words, his knees gave up the strain of supporting his ruined bulk. He collapsed to the floor, his throat issuing a final sound like a bubbling casserole. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#dying #death

He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to his knees. There was warmth now that ran over the initial and persistent cold. Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed. 'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#death-and-dying #descriptive-prose #death