Believe Quote by Alexander Masters

It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing,…

— Alfred de Musset

Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and the dove…

— Theodore Roethke

What struck me most was the silence. It was a great silence, unlike any I have encountered on Earth, so vast and deep that…

— Alexey Leonov

Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I…

— Virginia Woolf

The worst part was the silence. Death was supposed to be loud — gunshots, explosions, screams and thunder. Not this eerie quiet that wrapped…

— Karen Chance

“The acrid odor of overloaded circuitry permeated the air, the horrid smell witness that at least one of his senses was working as sights…

— Marcha A. Fox

I saw the sky and sea and sand and the flickering flames of the bonfire through my tears. All at once, it rushed into…

— Banana Yoshimoto

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The…

— Ann Aguirre

the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight…

— Leo Tolstoy

For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous…

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.

— Knute Nelson

“In Collegium it had been the fashion, while he had been resident there, to paint death as a grey-skinned, balding Beetle man in plain…

— Adrian Tchaikovsky