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  • #1
    Siobhan Dowd
    “Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.”
    Siobhan Dowd, Bog Child
    tags: death

  • #2
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Why, Sam,” he said, “to hear you somehow makes me as merry as if the
    story was already written. But you’ve left out one of the chief characters; Samwise the stout hearted. ‘I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didn’t they put in more of his talk, dad? That’s what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam, would he, dad?’ ”

    “Now, Mr. Frodo,” said Sam, “you shouldn’t make fun. I was serious.”

    “So was I,” said Frodo, “and so I am. We’re going on a bit too fast. You and
    I, Sam, are still stuck in the worst places of the story, and it is all too likely that some will say at this point ‘Shut the book now, dad; we don’t want to read any more’.”

    “Maybe,” said Sam, “but I wouldn’t be one to say that. Things done and
    over and made into part of the great tales are different. Why, even Gollum might be good in a tale, better than he is to have by you, anyway. And he used to like tales himself once, by his own account. I wonder if he thinks he’s the hero or the villain?”
    “Gollum!” he called. “Would you like to be the hero, now where’s he got to
    again?”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

  • #3
    Mary Renault
    “True friends share everything, except the past before they met.”
    mary renault, Fire from Heaven

  • #4
    Mary Renault
    “The rightness of a thing isn't determined by the amount of courage it takes.”
    Mary Renault

  • #5
    George R.R. Martin
    “Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #7
    Faraaz Kazi
    “Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?”
    Faraaz Kazi

  • #8
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #9
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #10
    William Shakespeare
    “If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
    'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #12
    J.K. Rowling
    “Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #13
    Carson McCullers
    “First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

    Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

    It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”
    carson mccullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories

  • #14
    Dylan Thomas
    “Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
    Dylan Thomas

  • #15
    Dylan Thomas
    “Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,
    Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
    Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

  • #16
    Dylan Thomas
    “Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
    Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

  • #17
    Anna Sewell
    “My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my old friends under the apple trees.”
    Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

  • #18
    Anna Sewell
    “If a thing is right it can be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find a way.”
    Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

  • #19
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “At the snowy summit of all these things, however, is the fact that you simply cannot go about locking your siblings in towers when they misbehave. It is unseemly and betrays a sad lack of creativity.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden

  • #20
    Emilie Autumn
    “You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #21
    Emilie Autumn
    “I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #22
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #23
    Dante Alighieri
    “Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice. ”
    Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: The Inferno, the Purgatorio and the Paradiso

  • #24
    My course is set for an uncharted sea.
    “My course is set for an uncharted sea.”
    Dante Alighieri

  • #25
    Dante Alighieri
    “Do not be afraid; our fate
    Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
    Dante Alighieri, Inferno

  • #26
    Dante Alighieri
    “In that book which is my memory,
    On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
    Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”
    Dante Alighieri, Vita Nuova

  • #27
    Dante Alighieri
    “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
    Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

  • #28
    Dante Alighieri
    “Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always”
    Dante

  • #29
    Dante Alighieri
    “In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.”
    Dante Alighieri, Inferno

  • #30
    Dante Alighieri
    “And we came forth to contemplate the stars.”
    Dante Alighiere



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