#dying

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#death #dream #dying #life #twilight

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#days #die #dog #dying #fitting

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. ↗

— John Green

#dying #cancer

To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe. ↗

— Marilyn vos Savant

#observation #study #studying #wisdom #observation

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#life #death

But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.” I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how he feels about us. Desperate and jealous. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#art #artist #dating #death #dying-words

Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death. How would that be? Just how would that be? ↗

— Stephen King

#dying #pain #stress #walk #death

In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#death-and-dying #meaning-of-life #death

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing. ↗

— George Orwell

#death-and-dying #future #death

Fate is but a dying wish... Of a world that is beyond control. Like a single lotus flower, the future blossoms; Upon its petals, two people shall be free. ↗

— Youka Nitta

#fate #lotus-flower #love #love