“It must be hard having to tell people they gonna die day after day.”— Brad Falchuk, Ryan Murphy, Blanca Rodriguez, Mj Rodriguez, imdb.com
“I am but a sorry consoler, holding, as I do, that death is the chief blessing , and in no way to be regretted at any time. Moreover, when the body grows too weak to support the soul, 't is as well to escape from it with what speed we may.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“What matters the death of one man in a million? Unless, indeed, it be a man whose life, like a torch uplifted in darkness, has enlightened and cheered the world — but the death of a mere fashionable 'swell', whose chief talent has been a trick of lying gracefully — who cares for such a one? Society…”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Children who have trifled with and lost everything — love, honour, hope, and faith — and who are travelling rapidly to the grave with no consolation save a few handfuls of base coins, which they must, perforce, leave behind them at the last.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Anthony Bourdain lived so much that the idea of him dying seems completely preposterous.”— Drew Magary, gq.com
“The one test of the really weird is simply this—whether or not there be excited in the reader a profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers; a subtle attitude of awed listening, as if for the beating of black wings or the scratching of outside shapes and entities on the k…”— H. P. Lovecraft, hplovecraft.com
“My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean mod…”— H. P. Lovecraft, hplovecraft.com
“That same night saw the beginning of the second Arkham horror—the horror that to me eclipsed the plague itself.”— H. P. Lovecraft, hplovecraft.com
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.”— H. P. Lovecraft, hplovecraft.com
“Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and falter down black cobwebbed steps beneath the scattered stones of forgotten cities in Asia. The…”— H. P. Lovecraft, hplovecraft.com
“I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars….I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness....”— H. P. Lovecraft, hplovecraft.com
“When one has stood face to face with famine, with death by starvation itself, then surely one should have had one's eyes opened to the full extent of this misfortune. When one has beheld the great beseeching eyes in the starved faces of children staring hopelessly into the fading daylight, the eyes…”— Fridtjof Nansen, nobelprize.org
“The President under our system, like the king in a monarchy, never dies.”— Martin Van Buren, amazon.com
“All of us have to get out of life somehow one day — that's certain — but few of us have the chance of making such a triumphant exit.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Gone — with all his wild poet fancies and wandering dreams — gone, with his unspoken love and unguessed sorrows — gone where dark things shall be made light.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Yes, you must all die; but death does not hurt; no! Life hurts, but not death! See! As I pluck you, you all grow wings and fly away — away to other meadows and bloom again.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“I want to unhook my shadow from the wall and dress it in street clothes.”— Caitlyn Siehl, instagram.com
“When I was 11, I had an episode in my life. I saw my cousin shoot his wife. It wasn’t traumatic…but the shock value. I went back into the apartment to collect some things with my dad, because my cousin was in jail. The bed was all bloody. It was there where she had landed after the bullet. She got a…”— Richard Ramirez, evilminds.tumblr.com
“The rugged old Norsemen spoke of death as Heimgang—home-going. So the snow-flowers go home when they melt and flow to the sea, and the rock-ferns, after unrolling their fronds to the light and beautifying the rocks, roll them up close again in the autumn and blend with the soil. Myriads of rejoicing…”— John Muir, amazon.com