#morte

The Maestro spoke again. "When we are not, at what point do we become?" I could not reply. For I had grasped no shape of his thoughts. I understood neither what he said nor his intent behind it. ↗

— Theresa Breslin

#existence #leonardo-da-vinci #life #matteo #post-mortem

Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart ↗

— Théophile Gautier

#la-morte-amoureuse #love #romanticismo #love

Le religioni, tutte le religioni, per quanto le si rigiri, non hanno altra giustificazione di esistere all'infuori della morte. ↗

— José Saramago

#religione #religion

I closed my eyes. “Seth—” "And when I was there and Erik sent me wherever he did, I felt…well, it was beyond anything I’d experienced. At first, I was so confused and disoriented. I didn’t get what they were saying about finding you. It seemed surreal. Then, it was the easiest thing in the world. I just looked for you, and there you were. In all that space and all that chaos, reaching you was like looking into myself. We were so close…it defied physics and every rule of nature I knew. It didn’t seem real that I could be together with anyone like that. And when it was over, it’s like I said—I wasn’t sure what I’d just been a part of. But I knew that I had never experienced any bond like that with any other woman. Maybe you’re the only one, maybe there’s another…but regardless, I didn’t have it with Maddie. She’s amazing. I do love her. But in that situation again? I would never find her. And I knew it wasn’t fair to lead her into a life without that connection. You and I…I don’t understand what’s between us, but I’d rather spend my life alone than with someone who isn’t you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#seth-mortensen #life

Múmias não eram mais assustadoras do que qualquer obra de arte naquele museu. Eram artefactos, coisas mortas, extintas há muito tempo, sem alma e sem sentimentos. Os vivos eram mais aterrorizadores. ↗

— Sara Farinha

#medo #morte #art

The morgue is a Victorian update of a system established by Alfred the Great. It's the place where certain deaths are resolved - those where the cause is unclear or is the result of some intended or accidental violence. The bodies are almost always victims in some way - of crime, suicides and car crashes, but also victims of loneliness. It's where you go if you die alone in your flat and your body lies undisturbed for days. It's where you go if no one knew you were dying and no GP attended your final hours. It's where you go if no loved one held your hand as you slipped away. In one way or another, then, all the people who pass through this room are the people who die screaming. ↗

— Stephen Armstrong

#death #loneliness #morgue #post-mortem #death