#th

I don't know whether to be proud or appalled that danger, blood and death inspire you so. ↗

— Samantha Young

#danger #death #humor #inspiration #death

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses ↗

— J. Patrick Lewis

#death #library #reading #death

What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan? ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#death

Give me liberty or give me death. ↗

— Patrick Henry

#give #give me #give me liberty #liberty #me

A dramatist is one who believes that the pure event, an action involving human beings, is more arresting than any comment that can be made upon it. ↗

— Thornton Wilder

#any #arresting #beings #believes #comment

God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory? ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#life #death

That was it. Shogo stopped breathing. The dim yellow light falling from the ceiling of the pilothouse shone on his pale face. He seemed at ease. "Shogo!" Shuya yelled. He still had more to say. "You'll see Keiko! You'll be happy with her! You're--" It was too late. Shogo couldn't hear anything anymore. But his face just looked so damned peaceful. "Damn it." Shuya's lips trembled along with his words. "Damn it." Holding Shogo's hands, Noriko was crying. Shuya also put his hand on Shogo's thick hand. A thought occured to him. He searched through Shogo's pockets and found the red bird call. He pressed it into Shogo's right hand and closed his hands over it so he could hold it. Shuya then finally burst into tears. ↗

— Koushun Takami

#sad #shogo #death

But what are a hundred million deaths? When one has served in a war, one hardly knows what a dead man is, after a while. And since a dead man has no substance unless one has actually seen him dead, a hundred million corpses broadcast through history are no more than a puff of smoke in the imagination. ↗

— Albert Camus

#war #death

A society that doesn't know any longer how to observe every death with proper rituals, that does not know that death is not the end, but only part of the journey, has lost its way, has had the very heart of its humanity torn out. ↗

— Marina Warner

#journeys #death

Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#death