My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.
Gabriel García MárquezTag: god hate death death-and-dying
For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it’s coming: The end.
Severiano BallesterosTag: death-and-dying imminent-death
The erruption of feelings
Allan LokosTag: buddhism inspiration death-and-dying insight
I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.
Carrie RyanTag: loss death-and-dying
I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had to
lower my eyes, I was so ashamed that even now Jenny was reading my mind so perfectly.
'Listen, that's the only goddamn thing I'm asking, Ollie. Otherwise, I know you'll be okay.' That thing in my gut was stirring again, so I was afraid to even speak the word 'okay.' I just
looked mutely at Jenny.
Tag: sadness death-and-dying
As Ossie Jones crept out of his body and into the mist, his heart murmured till it was silent.
Biyi Bandele-ThomasTag: death-and-dying
We are so afraid of the idea of having to die… that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn…
José SaramagoTag: death-and-dying
Dying has a funny way of making you see people, the living and the dead, a little differently. Maybe that's just part of the grieving, or maybe the dead stand there and open our eyes a bit wider.
Susan Gregg GilmoreTag: death-and-dying
Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at the high table, by his side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved.
Lois McMaster BujoldTag: death-and-dying
Many African societies divide humans into three categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha, and the zamani. The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are the sasha, the living-dead. They are not wholly dead, for they still live in the memories of the living, who can call them to mind, create their likeness in art, and bring them to life in anecdote. When the last person to know an ancestor dies, that ancestor leaves the sasha for the zamani, the dead. As generalised ancestors, the zamani are not forgotten but revered. Many … can be recalled by name. But they are not the living-dead. There is a difference.
James W. LoewenTag: death-and-dying ghosts spirits ancestors lies-my-teacher-told-me
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