#death

You know Americans are obsessed with life and death and rebirth, that's the American Cycle. You know, awakening, tragic, horrible death and then Phoenix rising from the ashes. That's the American story, again and again. ↗

— Billy Corgan

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Each instant of life is a step toward death. ↗

— Pierre Corneille

#each #instant #life #life is a #step

He who does not fear death cares naught for threats. ↗

— Pierre Corneille

#death #does #fear #naught #threats

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death. ↗

— Pierre Corneille

#compete #country #death #die #fate

First of all, it does not deter crime, the death penalty. ↗

— Patricia Cornwell

#death #death penalty #deter #does #first

Never trust a man who teaches about death but yet had no real experience at all about it. ↗

— Toba Beta

#experience #man #real #teacher #trust

Breast cancer deaths in America have been declining for more than a decade. Much of that success is due to early detection and better treatments for women. I strongly encourage women to get a mammogram. ↗

— Larry Craig

#been #better #breast cancer #cancer #deaths

How, in such an alien and inhuman world, can so powerless a creature as man preserve his aspirations untarnished? A strange mystery it is that nature, omnipotent but blind, in the revolutions of her secular hurryings through the abysses of space, has brought forth at last a child, subject still to her power, but gifted with sight, with knowledge of good and evil, with the capacity of judging all the works of his unthinking mother. In spite of death, the mark and seal of the parental control, man is yet free, during his brief years, to examine, to criticize, to know, and in imagination to create. To him alone, in the world with which he is aquainted, this freedom belongs; and in this lies his superiority to the resistless forces that control his outward life. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#death

I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid. ↗

— John Connolly

#dreams #maine #death

Suffering invites us to place our hurts in larger hands. In Christ we see God suffering – for us. And calling us to share in God’s suffering love for a hurting world. The small and even overpowering pains of our lives are intimately connected with the greater pains of Christ. Our daily sorrows are anchored in a greater sorrow and therefore a larger hope. ↗

— Henri J.M. Nouwen

#crucifix #death #grief #jesus #loss