48 Quotes About Morbid

Remembering the past is always gilded in golden nostalgia. Anticipating the future is always softened with hope. Dealing with the present is just straight up unpleasant.

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG

But death is the ultimate blissfulnessTo be a candy or a corpseThe world holds you on its tongueAnd no one can save you

Every profession has its pitfalls. Doctors, for example, are always being asked for free medical advice, lawyers are asked for legal information, morticians are told how interesting a profession that must be and then people change the subject fast.

To call an artist morbid because he deals with morbidity as his subject-matter is as silly as if one called Shakespeare mad because he wrote ‘King Lear.

For this alone on Death I wreakThe wrath that garners in my heart:He put our lives so far apartWe cannot hear each other speak.

And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit's knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a charnelFear & GriefConvulse is & consume usDay by dayAnd cold hopes swarmLike worms withinOur living clay

What is living? Forging memories. What is dying? Forgetting them.I never die.

At night,” he said, raising a finger, “I hang strands of garlic on her to dry.”“Why not in the cellar?” asked Tudor stupidly.“The air’s stagnant down there. Up here there’s some air,” Vasily explained. “The body spins around in the breeze, and that’s good, because garlic needs ventilation.