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Deaths Quotes (page 143)

The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous. The language of society is conformity; the language of the creative individual is freedom. Life will continue to be a hell as long as people who make up the world shut their eyes to reality. Henry Miller
Diane Ackerman quote: "Every day our life was full of thoughts of the horrible..."
Every day our life was full of thoughts of the horrible present, and even our own death. Diane Ackerman
Now then, thought I, unconsciously rolling up the sleeve of my frock, here goes for a cool, collected dive at death and destruction, and the devil fetch the hindmost. Herman Melville
And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends. Stephen Crane
But the more shrewdly and earnestly we study the histories of men, the less ready shall we be to make use of the word ‘artificial.’ Nothing in the world has ever been artificial. Many customs, many dresses, many works of art are branded with artificiality because the exhibit vanity and self-consciousness: as if vanity were not a deep and elemental thing, like love and hate and the fear of death. Vanity may be found in darkling deserts, in the hermit and in the wild beasts that crawl around... Gilbert K. Chesterton
One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya. George R. R. Martin
LOVE, WHICH ABSOLVES NO LOVED ONE FROM LOVING, SEIZED ME SO STRONGLY WITH ITS CHARM THAT AS TOU SEEST, IT DOES NOT LEAVE ME YET. LOVE BROUGHT US TO ONE DEATH Dante Alighieri
Our emotions are different but we have them. We never cast a cold eye on life or death. Don't misunderstand our seeming serenity. After all, we live in a world of perfect trust in The Maker, and we are keenly aware that humans often do not, and we feel an active sorrow for them. Anne Rice
Oh, certainly, death, sudden and violent, was a good way to foil his implacable enemies, who seemed to be pursuing him with some incomprehensible desire for vengeance. Yes, but that meant dying! Alexander Dumas
eath, when it finally arrives, does so in a surprising fashion: it adds nothing to the room, not a light or a spark or a sound; death does not stir a molecule of the air. You know it arrives because there is suddenly a subtraction. You will feel it before you know it. Augusten Burroughs
Of all human lamentations, without doubt, the most common is if only I had known. But we can't know, and so days of death and fire so often begin no differently than those of love and warmth. Tom Clancy
I must find Ecstasy in this InsanityFreedom from their SlaveryThe Truth in their LiesLife in their DeathBeauty in their Homicidal GenocidePeace in the War Whore's evil orgy of Death and NegationLove amongst the RuinsPleasure in my own Pain. Lydia Lunch
He imagined his past gone, along with his future. Death was the understanding of the immediate present: that there is finally nothing else. Anne Rice
It was a strange staging for death, for the woman on the high bed was dying. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way with a grim tenacity, but indubitably dying. Her vital ardour had sunk below the mark from which it could rise again, and was now ebbing as water runs from a little crack in a pitcher. John Buchan
I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change. Terry Tempest Williams

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