Quotes

Nothing I knew had any chance against death.

The Death of the Moth & other Essays, Virginia Woolf

these are the killed...
birds during practice...
blood, a necklace on me all my life.

The collected works of billy the kid, Michael Ondaatje

"To give to this dust a semblance of consistency, as by soaking it in blood." 

- Louis Veuillot, Les odeurs de Paris, 1914 (104 Arcades)

Les géographies solonnelles des limites humaines..."  

Paul Eluard, les yeux fertiles. 42

"It is no longer "I" who expel, the "I" is expelled." 

Julia Kristeva, cont. aes, 544

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass
Stains the white radiance of eternity
Until death tramples it to fragments.

As Shelley formulated in the famous verse

Every epoch not only dreams the one to follow, but in dreaming, precipitates its awakening... It bears its end within itself and unfolds it.

Benjamin, The Arcades Project

“Death becomes that which sets a boundary to our projects and so delimits our lives as our lives.”

Eric Matthews, 20^th century continental philosophy, p. 54

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