#log

Done to death by slanderous tongue ↗

— William Shakespeare

#eulogy #insults-and-slander #death

But...that doesn't make any sense...!' 'It does if you're a goat. ↗

— Linda Medley

#goats #logic #funny

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#faith #orthodoxy #theology #faith

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget. ↗

— Mary Roach

#death #life #mary-roach #science #death

Families can also be divided into subgroups with different values, perspectives, and and communication styles, even if a subgroup consists of only one individual. ↗

— David Bedrick

#david-bedrick #dr-phil #family-relationships #individuality #love-based-psychology

To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, instant electronic communication and such, have taught me to relearn and enjoy the basic human satisfactions of dipping water from a cold clear mountain stream; of building a wood fire in a cast-iron stove; of using long winter nights for making music, making things, making love; of writing long letters, in longhand with a fountain pen, to the few people on this earth I truly care about. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#living-life #simplicity #technology #communication

Being Ymor's right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#flogging #right-hand-man #death

Octave staggered to his feet, his stick swinging back to point toward Nicholas. He felt a wave of heat and saw spellfire crackle along the length of polished wood, preparing itself for another explosive burst. Crack was moving toward Octave, but Madeline shouted, "Get back!" Nicholas ducked, as a shot exploded behind him. Octave fell backward on the carpet and the blue lightning flared once and vanished with a sharp crackle. Nicholas looked at Madeline. She stepped forward, holding a small double-action revolver carefully and frowning down at the corpse. He said, "I wondered what you were waiting for." "You were in my line of fire, dear," she said, preoccupied. "But look. ↗

— Martha Wells

#humor #relationship #snappy-dialogue #death

What we call 'time' isn't chronological but spatial; what we call 'death' is merely a transition between different kinds of matter. ↗

— Stéphane Audeguy

#death #matter #space #time #death

Death was far more certain than God. ↗

— Graham Greene

#death