Mama wasn't dead...exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well that day, and Elma reckoned dead just meant pretendin' you couldn't move or breathe until nightfall when you got up and walked around like you was free.
Shannon CelebiStichwörter: freedom death free dead death-and-dying ghosts pretending dead-people death-of-a-loved-one dead-and-gone mama pretending-death
He was in Guanajuato, Mexico, he was a writer, and tonight was the Day of the Dead ceremony. He was in a little room on the second floor of a hotel, a room with wide windows and a balcony that overlooked the plaza where the children ran and yelled each morning. He heard them shouting now. And this was Mexico's Death Day. There was a smell of death all through Mexico you never got away from, no matter how far you went. No matter what you said or did, not even if you laughed or drank, did you ever get away from death in Mexico. No car went fast enough. No drink was strong enough.
("The Candy Skull")
Stichwörter: death dead mexico day-of-the-dead
She looked at the skull and laughed. Death is a good thing in Mexico; it is a thing to talk of at dinner, at breakfast, with or without a drink, with or without a smile.
("The Candy Skull")
I joined him, laughing because we had looked death in the face and lived to tell about it, laughing because I didn't want to cry.
Amy HarmonDeath is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.
Henry Ward BeecherStichwörter: death dark flower holly-black the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown swell
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases
Thomas BrowneStichwörter: death dark labor beautiful cure diseases reality-check holly-black the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown thomas-brown
Why a slow death in a strange country if you can die on the threshold of your own house?
Refugees don't exist.
Only blown away people exist,
people blown by the wind
all over the world.
Stichwörter: world people death strange blown refugee
Here some one thrust these cards into these old hands of mine, swears that I must play them, and no others. And damn me, Ahab, but thou actest right, live in the game, and die in it.
Herman MelvilleStichwörter: life death game-theory hunts
Jaden felt their boredom, their tired eternity. Beyond that, she felt their dying essence. They were immortal—all-powerful beings—and yet they were powerless against the onslaught of ever-changing time. They were lost in a modern world, one they didn’t have the energy to understand. And, in being lost, they were immobilized against it. Not even their judgments could assuage their exhausted wisdom of forever.
Michelle M. PillowStichwörter: eternity death immortality vampire immortal forever eternity-and-attitude
It's one of these juvenile therapy scams,” he went on, sprinkling a pinch of the Golden Virginia tobacco along the rolling paper. “They advertise help for your troubled teen by staring at the stars and singing ‘Kumbaya’. Instead, it’s a bunch of bearded nutjobs left in charge of some of the craziest kids I’ve ever seen in my life—bulimics, nymphos, cutters trying to saw their wrists with the plastic spoons from lunch. You wouldn’t believe the shit that went on.” He shook his head. “Most of the kids had been so mentally screwed by their parents they needed more than twelve weeks of wilderness. They needed reincarnation. To die and just come back as a grasshopper, as a fucking weed. That’d be preferable to the agony they were in just by being alive.
Marisha PesslStichwörter: life death suicide depression teenagers mental-health
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