#l

Love is the thing that corrodes the mind and pushes it to do the unimaginable. Love is the thorn that barbs into your flesh and makes you bleed a slow, torturous death. Love is the prison that confines you to the unending darkness that absorbs chunks of your sanity with each fleeting second. Love is an immortal’s worst nightmare. ↗

— Dahlia L. Summers

#death

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#hospice #love #memories #simple-love #spirituality

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#compassion #death #god #grief #heart

Actually it deals ("as usual" I was about to say!) with Life, Love and Death. Because nothing in fact is more important. To occupy oneself with. To think of. To worry over. To be happy about. And so on. ↗

— Ingmar Bergman

#face-to-face #letter-to-the-crew #death

She texted me telling me her mom was dying, so I did the right thing and texted her back a picture of my erect penis and said, “Let’s start a new family.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#dying #family #funny #humor #inappropriate

Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#death #despair #dystopia #hope #life

Deep space rendered mortal time-lines inconsequential. Few things were as old, or pervasive, as the vast, encroaching darkness of the universe. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fairytales #life #philosophy #time #death

The difficulty, my friends, is not in avoiding death, but in avoiding unrighteousness; for that runs faster than death. ↗

— Plato

#plato #socrates #death

Before he lets me go, he tells me what life looks like. "There's the walk into battle. The battle itself. And the walk away." It's a cycle we repeat. Every day. Sometimes it's over small stuff. Sometimes it's life and death. ↗

— Suzanne Phillips

#death

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget. ↗

— Jayne Anne Phillips

#men #love