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“Love, there are enough poems about stars, how so many of them are long dead and we just can't tell yet. What I want to know are the new stars that will someday present themselves— the light that has not yet reached us.”

Love Light Stars Poems Dead New

Author:Jim Whiteside

“They talk, you know, the dead. Not in words, of course; I am not losing my sanity. They talk in the wind and the rain, in the way the light falls on ruined buildings and dilapidated stone walls.”

Light Spirit Wind Rain Dead

Author:Iain Pears

“For a minute, I can feel it: the sense of peace as my mind goes quiet, like I'm already dead. I am weightless and free. Nothing and no one to fear, not even myself.”

Mind Peace Fearless Dead Free Theodore Finch Weightless

Book:All the Bright Places

Source: All the Bright Places

“I saw that pain and disease existed and at the same time that they were void of sense and meaning. Among the men of the rabble I had become a creature of a strange, unknown race, so much so that they had forgotten that I had once been part of their world. I had the dreadful sensation that I was not really alive or wholly dead. I was a living corpse, unrelated to the world of living people and at the same time deprived of the oblivion and peace of death.”

Pain Death Peace Disease Dead Oblivion Creature Corpse Dreadful

Book:The Blind Owl

Source: The Blind Owl

“At the point that I’ve become apathetic about being apathetic, I have let apathy define me with such suffocating totality that I don’t even realize that I’m apathetic anymore. And it is in this darkest of places that my soul breathes it lasts long before it is dead.”

Soul Ignorant Apathy Dead Naive Pathetic Apathetic Suffocating

Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I know now, what is the worst thing about broken heart. I am not dead.”

Heart Worst Broken Broken Heart Dead Know Now Thing

Book:Denting Lara

Source: Denting Lara

“Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray...”

Source: Nightmarish Sacrifice