They are both spectacular, Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
They are both spectacular, Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
They are both spectacular, Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
They are both spectacular, Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
They are both spectacular, Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
Download Customize

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

— Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
death dejan stojanovic life literature literature quotes poems poetry poetry quotes quotes spectacular thoughts wisdom

More “Death” Quotes

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone — Richard Puz, The Carolinian
Would you like me to [kill you] now?" asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compo — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
in this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck — Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
... It's perfect! Locke would appreciate it.""Bug," Calo said, "Locke is our brother and our love for him knows no bound — Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora
You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest ac — Laurell K. Hamilton
I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty hea — Alexander Pushkin
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous — William Shakespeare, Hamlet
My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.I counted.It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road — Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank. — Langston Hughes
Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of l — Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than — Hunter S. Thompson
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to sile — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar