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“It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years?... What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)

“I still grieve for the words unsaid. Something terrible happens when we stop the mouths of the dying before they are dead. A silence grows up between us then, profounder than the grave. If we force the dying to go speechless, the stone dropped into the well will fall forever before the answering splash is heard.”

Ifs Wells Stills Happens Fall Force Grows Silence Forever Growing Up Heard Dying Terrible Mouths Stones Graves Grieving Unsaid Speechless

Book:A Leak in the Heart: Tales from a Woman's Life

Source: A Leak in the Heart: Tales from a Woman's Life

“I keep thinking of Robert Stone making the distinction between the word sublime and the word beautiful. He described being in a battle as sublime. Because even though people were dying, it was such a huge sensory experience that it became sublime.”

People Thinking Beautiful Dying Huge Battle Stones Distinction Sublime Sensory

Author:George Saunders

“He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.”

Common Dying Dangerous Poet Stones Common Sense Managers Obstinate Cholera Cutters

Author:Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go unmarked: the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves.”

Mind Ends Might Certain Fall Found Steps Records Dying Pride Stones Notion Dust Witness Dry Weed Manifest Vague Alienation Degradation

Author:Philip K. Dick

“Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor by any shift to be. Gently gently. On. Careful.”

Ifs Eye Simple Taken Dying Pure Stones Careful Confusion Despite Skulls Precaution Madhouses Figments

Book:Company / Ill Seen Ill Said / Worstward Ho / Stirrings Still

Source: Company / Ill Seen Ill Said / Worstward Ho / Stirrings Still

“She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this 'must'. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.”

Men Feels Moments Earth Pain Lasts Law Joy Pieces Dying Sweet Hair Draws Stones Breaths Moved Finals Shoulders Inevitable Thrown Iron Nerves Submit Agony Precise Heartbeat Magnet Deep Breath

Book:We

Source: We

“The harmony that holds the stars on their courses and the flesh on our bones resonates through all creation. Every sound contains its echo. Before there was humankind, or even forest, there was sound. Sound spread from the source in great circles like those formed when a stone is dropped in a pool. We follow waves of sound from life to life. A dying man’s ears will hear long after his eyes are blind. He hears the sound that leads him to his next life as the Source of All being plucks the harp of creation.”

Men Long Eye Courses Next Stars Sound Dying Creation Source Stones Ears Harmony Blind Wave Spread Bones Flesh Circles Forests His Eyes Pool Humankind Echoes Pluck Harps Next Life

Author:Morgan Llywelyn