#ola

Tess realized one of the great modern dating sadnesses: everyone is so used to the comforting glow of the computer screen that no one can go so far as to say "good morning" in public without being liquored up. ↗

— Amelia Gray

#alienation #dating #digital-age #isolation #age

When I die,' I said to my friend, 'I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped.' Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern. ↗

— Adrianne Marcus

#death #death

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations. ↗

— John Green

#death #last-words #death

I know only one thing. when i sleep, i know no fear, no, trouble no bliss. blessing on him who invented sleep. the common coin that purchases all things, the balance that levels shepherd and king, fool and wise man. there is only one bad thing about sound sleep. they say it closely resembles death. ↗

— Andrei Tarkovsky

#death

WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED? ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#chocolate-box #death #death

As he walked out into the North Carolina sunshine, Lola's hand in his, a smile curved one corner of his lips. Not so long ago, he'd stood on the burned-out bridge of the Dora Mae, thinking himself cursed with a beautiful underwear model and her sissy little dog. He'd always believed Lola Carlyle would be the death of him. "We never did get around to watching Pride and Prejudice," she said, a teasing glint in her beautiful eyes. Yeah, she would most definitely be the death of him, but what a way to go. ↗

— Rachel Gibson

#max-zamora #beauty

A dark-chocolate truffle melts in my mouth, and I forget about everything else ... even the fact that I'm on a diet. ↗

— Barbara Brooke

#diet #humor #diet

Don’t listen to the ramblings of fools,” he said, smiling grimly. “When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#death #greydanus #hybrid-vampires #immortality #melika-dannese-lux

Elaine turned to her father in her distress. ‘Father will you give me permission to ride after Sir Lancelot? I must reach him. Otherwise I will go out of my mind with grief.’ ‘Go, good daughter. Rescue him, if you can.’ So she made herself ready for the journey, weeping all the time. Gawain himself rode back to the court of the king in London” –The Fair Maid of Astolat ↗

— Peter Ackroyd

#lancelot #sir-gawain #sir-lancelot #the-death-of-king-arthur #the-fair-maid-of-astolat

Our Western Civilization is in its death throes right now. We cannot stop the wheel from turning; ergo, we cannot save Western Civilization. All we can do is preserve what we can of it and use it as the foundation for the birth for our next civilization. ↗

— Richard Scutari

#magnus-soderman #pg- #death