“If you are what they call a "person of color," it seems your path will be beset with more challenges, setbacks, and villains than the rest. In addition to climate change, cancer, heart attacks, diabetes, and hypertension, this thing called racism--which some claim no longer exists--apparently also kills. Men of color, especially Black men and especially those who are poor, die younger than the rest.”
Source: Go Back to Where You Came From: And Other Helpful Recommendations on How to Become American
“Beyond us, all around us, the screams of the dying were like the never-ending pealing of the city's warning bells.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“No one ever asks us if we want to be alive, doc. It just happens. Why wouldn’t it be the same with death? We’re always getting things we don’t ask for.”
Source: The Institute for Creative Dying
“She thought about their time at Bridge Builders Hospice: how people passed through those bedrooms like ghosts on wrecked rowboats, incapable of redirecting course from the approaching cliff. She had witnessed it many times: the moment dying became a letting, and the currents plunged their patients, headfirst, into waterfalls so misty it was like sailing through cloud. Resist it nor not, it made no difference.”
Source: The Institute for Creative Dying
“Three metamorphoses of the spirit have I designated to you: how the
spirit became a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.”
Source: Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“Dianne, when you’re reconciled to the reality that you have been dying, that death is the condition of your survival, your growth, the very earth you walk on… you feel a shift, an appreciation.”
Source: The Institute for Creative Dying
“I'd die for him. There's nothing else to say. I'd give the last breath in my body and the last hope in my heart to keep him alive.”
Source: Faefever
“Humans are so strange. Now I have seen you. It is odd. You do not look any different. Yet I know you must be. Dying changes a person.”
Source: Black Wine
“...his diminishing honours trailing away behind him like the tail of a comet - he had drooped in his chair after dinner, and the accumulation of ninety years had receded abruptly into history.”
Source: All Passion Spent
“And then . . . the world seemed to fold in on itself. Everything fell away and scattered like ashes in a strong wind.”
Source: Dreck