#u

Besides, the story is ambivalent and mysterious in its ending. Is this Alkestis returning from down below? Why does she have a veil over her face? Could it be that when we forcefully bring back to life what has been lost through love what we get is only a shate of its former reality? Maybe we can never succeed fully in restoring the soul to life. Maybe she will always be veiled and at least partially shielded from the rigors of actual life. Love demands a submission that is total. ↗

— Thomas Moore

#death #love #submission #death

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users. ↗

— Devon Monk

#death

[Like they say,] small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it. ↗

— Dave Courtney

#death

[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous events. “So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.” “Huh?” I say. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#conversation #delilah-mcphee #humor #jules #paying-attention

He that has an ear let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches: he who overcomes will not be hurt of the second death. -Revelation 2:11 ↗

— Anonymous

#death

They did not, however, infect the air as the Sudanese sun dried them up like mummies; all had the hue of gray parchment, and were so much alike that the bodies of the Europeans, Egyptians, and negroes could not be distinguished from each other. ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#humanity #war #death

As I squat to pee I look upward at the billions of stars and planets in the heavens and somehow my own insignificance no longer terrifies me as it once did, but comforts me, makes me feel a part, however tiny, of the whole complete and perfect universe. . . and when I die the wind will still blow and the stars still shine, for the place I occupy on earth is no more permanent than the water I now make, absorbed by the the sandy soil, dried instantly by the constant prairie wind . . . ↗

— Jim Fergus

#death

What I was suddenly aware of was the importance of their being whatever each of them was---cocky and contemptuous, or bothered and beaten---as long as it was something they'd come to in their own way: the importance of being human, in fact. The peace and harmony Uncle Ian and the others claimed to be handing out in fact was death, because without being yourself, an individual, you weren't really alive. ↗

— John Christopher

#death

Overnight I became a cottage industry. ↗

— Jean Harris

#cottage #i #industry #overnight

Being shaken to death by a Hawaiian tourist look-alike was not how Arena imagined her death. ↗

— Lynn Blackmar

#adventure #espionage #spy #surfing #teenage-spies