Goth Quotes Novels & Stories

Wars become our shadow, haunting us down, We can’t run, we can’t escape the bleeding crown. They hail us to battle and we fought gram by gram, Unknown that they only want us to go scram. -G -==- "Oh gosh," a voice rang out, tone pitchy. "I can't believe to see you here."

"I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.'" — Rubeus Hagrid to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in The Goblet of Fire N A T A S H A | The Cunning Ex Girlfriend

"A monumental... drunk... idiot." I reached for the mouse again, my tongue thick as I dictated the next line. "'Subject... LAST CHANCE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING DRUNK AND STUPID.'" I mouthed the words, stumbling over the syllables. "'I don't want to die...I don't want to die... I don't want to die...I don't want to die... DEATH IS NOT FUN... BELIEVE ME...I KNOW... I swear to God I will drag you into this fire with me.'"

she added. He had no problem fucking her. Hell even when she bit him at the party it had felt good and he remembered wanting more. He just had no desire to join the ranks of the dead or the undead tonight. 'Not take more than is needed,' he thought. That could range from a small pint to bleeding him dry. He remembered something that his Goth Ex had said about vampires at one time; that they were creatures of their word. They would follow the letter, if not the spirit, of a law, bond, or oath.

"You shall burn away all accrued cynicism and earthly dross on your path to absolute immolation this eve..." "Just who the f**CK is this crazy guy?"

Seras slides off the piano bench. Seras: “We’ve got your back, storm queen. Fire, fangs, foxes, ghosts—the Forty-Eighth doesn’t stand a chance.” Holly raises her ghost glass. Holly: “To the Moroi Queen and her misfit court. May the Forty-Eighth choke on her own reflection.” We drink. The ghosts cheer. The night goes on. And for one heartbeat, in a basement full of dead gangsters and living legends, the struggles feel a little less heavy.

The punctuation was marked with a brownish-crimson hue and stood out against the page in its contrast from the script. Luca cleared his throat and began to read out loud, “In order to go forward you have to go back. In order to grow, you have to shrink. In order to succeed, you have to fail. To heal, there must be blood. Payment for entrance is a warrior's death, immortality is priceless but ultimately cursed. Seek thee out, the Hall of the Slain.” He trailed off with the last few words until the others had to strain to hear. He lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. As the others stared at him, he shook his head as if to ward off a headache.

I said morosely. “‘The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom,’” he quoted. “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that. What do you use to self-medicate now?” He smiled. “Music. Just music.”

With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner. Not aware of how amused I am, and that she had nothing to worry about from the second she walked in. “Thank you for ruining a romance classic, you doo-doo head. If I die, I’m haunting you for all eternity!” with a firm “GRRR” and a little clack, all is quiet as the men make their way to our position. “My love is gone again! Carried away by that leech of darkness!” The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims.

“F*ck! Can a person die from checking a car?” “I don’t believe that this Death Inquisitor can kill all of you out of thin air!” “F*ck! A bunch of trash. All of them are trash!” As he opened the car door and got out of the car, Grimm said, “None of you dare to go? Damn it! All of you are cowards!”