Kill Your Darlings Quotes Novels & Stories

'Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to. In this sleepless night, as the darkness advances, look up at the sky and somehow remember that somewhere in this wide world, there are always people who love you, and people who need you. Because every person can't go on living alone.' ❤❤❤❤ LUCIFER AND TALOC ❤❤❤❤

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

If she came home and saw me like this, she would be so angry. The bitter, toxic taste in the back of my throat was becoming unbearable. I opened my mouth wide to breathe, but my lungs felt completely constricted. Using the broken stub of the pencil, I tried to write on the wall. Wrong med— Before I could finish the word, the graphite core shattered completely. The black dust smeared all over my fingertips. Desperate, I pressed my blackened thumb against the door. A dark smudge. I pressed it again. Another smudge.

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

If that was just her first kill—well first two kills, because just killing one person the first time around wasn’t good enough for Tinker Bell, Warrior Princess here—it’s no wonder Zeke recruited her. “How many people did you kill before THEM recruited you?” I ask, reaching for my glass to take another sip of wine. “Oh, let’s see . . . ” she says, contemplating for a moment. “I think it was . . . twenty-two or twenty-three.” You know those bits in comedy movies and sitcoms, where someone says something unbelievable and someone else who just so happened to be taking a drink at that moment ends up spitting their drink all over the room or in the face of the person who said the unbelievable thi

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

It was a compilation of all the famous quotes that motivated me to push forward. I opened a random page and saw old tear stains on the page, the tears that I cried six months ago. - Stars can't shine without darkness. I smiled ruefully as I read the sentence and then flipped through the pages. I missed my sister a lot. - Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

"In one life, you destroyed me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. The dream you are mentioning is the hell I went through, but in this life, I won't." I leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. "Beth didn't just lie to you. She was the mirror you deserved. And now, you will spend the rest of your immortal life in the dark, remembering the queen you thought you could cage." I turned my back on him. I didn't burn him. I didn't kill him. Sometimes being forgotten is the best revenge for people who are eager to be seen and to be worshipped by others. Caspian met me at the altar, his hand extended. The High Priest of the Ancients stepped forward, the obsidian daggers gleaming.

“Absolutely not! A thousand times no! Not even if the stars go dark, the ocean evaporates, and time loses all meaning. Not if the fabric of reality depends on it, not if the gods themselves beg me, not if hell freezes over and pigs take over the skies. Not if the universe implodes, not if the mountains crumble, not if the last ember of hope is extinguished! Not even if silence itself screams in agony would the answer be anything but a resounding… No! Not even after I’ve killed them all…” “I get it, Samuel,” I mutter, and he pauses. “You’ll never forgive them, just like Dora will never forgive me. Not even after she has killed me. Fantabulous!”

"Great, burn me! You will never know which bottle is the antidote." Darryl laughed coldly, "Why should I kill you? I will just burn you until your face is completely destroyed. You will never dare to lift your head again; never to look at yourself in the mirror again your whole life!"