#dying

I always started studying with the best intentions, telling myself that today just might be the day it all fell into place, and everything would be different. But more often than not, though, after a couple of pages of practice problems, I'd find myself spiraling into an all-out depression. When it was really bad, I'd put my head down on my book and contemplate alternate options for my future. "whoa," I heard a voice say. It was muffled slightly by my hair, and my arm, which I locked around my head in an effort to keep my brain from seeping out. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#humor #nate-cross #ruby #studying #the-best-option

Now would you do me a favor?' From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer - by the affirmative nodding of my head - that I would be happy to do her any favor whatsoever. 'Would you please hold me very tight?' she asked. I put my hand on her forearm - Christ, so thin - and gave it a little squeeze. 'No, Oliver,' she said, 'really hold me. Next to me.'I was very, very careful - of the tubes and things - as I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her. 'Thanks, Ollie.' Those were her last words. ↗

— Erich Segal

#love

How...how are you doing, Jace?' Holding on. Just barely. Charlie?' Charlie's tone is almost conversational. 'Kind of getting the urge to kill both of you. Think I'm gonna head back.' Sure, okay, no problem.' Yeah, yeah, good idea. You do that. ↗

— D.D. Barant

#dying-bites #humor #humor

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath. ↗

— Mark Doty

#death #dying #kiss #life #old-age

Los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas. ↗

— Yasunari Kawabata

#love #old-age #age

I wanted to ask my father about his regrets. I wanted to ask him what was the worst thing he'd ever done. His greatest sin. I wanted to ask him if there was any reason why the Catholic Church would consider him for sainthood. I wanted to open up his dictionary and find the definitions for faith, hope, goodness, sadness, tomato, son, mother, husband, virginity, Jesus, wood, sacrifice, pain, foot, wife, thumb, hand, bread, and sex. "Do you believe in God?" I asked my father. "God has lots of potential," he said. "When you pray," I asked him. "What do you pray about?" "That's none of your business," he said. We laughed. We waited for hours for somebody to help us. What is an Indian? I lifted my father and carried him across every border. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#dying #fathers #life #loss #regrets

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#darkness #death-and-dying #sorrow #soul #warfare

- Отново съм хванат на тясно. Каквото и да правя, някой все ще умре. А ако не науча езика ви, цяло едно село ще загине. Не правя ли каквото искате от мен, все някой невинен умира. Не виждам изход. - Изходът е лесен, Анджин-сан. Умрете. Не сте длъжен да понасяте непоносимото. ↗

— James Clavell

#death

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#death

I cannot live, if I am already dead. ↗

— Donna Russo Morin

#death-and-dying #live #death