#death

Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#existentialism #death

Philosophy means nothing unless it is connected to birth, death, and the continuance of life. Anytime you are going to build a society that works, you have to begin from nature and the body. ↗

— Susan Griffin

#begin #birth #body #build #connected

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#naked-in-death #roarke #death

I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die,” she said. “I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life #life-and-death #death

Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law ↗

— David Clement-Davies

#death

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#sad #tragic #death

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #death

Let your hope of heaven master your fear of death. ↗

— William Gurnall

#fear #heaven #hope #master #your

And when [Bëor] lay dead, of no wound or grief, but stricken by age, the Eldar saw for the first time the swift waning of the life of Men, and the death of weariness which they knew not in themselves; and they grieved greatly for the loss of their friends. But Bëor at the last had relinquished his life willingly and passed in peace; and the Eldar wondered much at the strange fate of Men, for in all their lore there was no account of it, and its end was hidden from them. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#elves #man #middle-earth #age

She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned. ↗

— MaryJanice Davidson

#death