#matt

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

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#dies #dying #how #importance #lasts

But let me ask you this: when Canaan cloaked you with his wings and you disappeared from the Terrestrial realm, did you just...stop existing?" "Of course not," I say, surprised by the question. "It's the same thing, Elle. Ali and your mother have been cloaked by death. You can't see them, but they're not gone. Not really. Our spirits will outlive our physical bodies, so it's our spirits we have to take care of." - page 285 ↗

— Shannon Dittemore

#jake-shield #death

She added, "Washington is the city of the soft heads and the chicken hearts. ↗

— Donald Hamilton

#death

Get busy with the issue! In this regard, time is not friendly…nor should it be. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#friend #friendly #hurry #issue #matter

How had it come about that these particular designs were chosen as our letters? Who decreed what sound would accompany each shape? And how was it decided the manner they would come together to form a word? 'Why is this so?' I demanded to know. ↗

— Theresa Breslin

#inquisition #learning #matteo #reading #sinistro-scribe

Hocking was slender in the way that writers and musicians are sometimes slender: not out of any desire or design but rather because his days were spent being consumed rather than consuming. ↗

— Tom Bissell

#tom-bissell #video-games #why-video-games-matter #design

Up ahead about two blocks, a massive figure stepped out into her path. She halted. Took a deep breath. Felt a prickling in her eyes. On the breeze drifting down to her, John's unmistakable bonding scent was a dark spice that wiped out the stink of the city and the wretched sting of her unhappiness. She started walking toward him. Fast. Faster... Now she was running. He met her halfway, falling into a jog as soon as he saw her pick up the pace, and they slammed into each other. Hard to know whose mouth found whose, or whose arms were cinched tighter, or who was the desperate one. But then, in this they were equals. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#xhex #equality

Life is hard, and children have to be told how hard life can be…So they will be sympathetic to others. So they will understand that some people have it harder than they do and that a trip through this world can be a wildly different experience, depending on what chemicals are raging through one’s mind. ↗

— Matthew Quick

#experience

Occasio praeceps, experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile."..' Opportunity is fleeting, experiment dangerous, and judgement difficult. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#wisdom #experience