Quotes From The Dead Poets Society Novels & Stories

“OATH OF FALLEN WILL RISE AND START TO RAMPAGE.” “THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.” “BLOOD CONTAMINATES THE WATER.” “DESPERATION WILL BE THE SMELL OF WIND.” “THE HARVESTRY OF LIFE WILL BE IN DESTRUCTION YER.” “UNKINDLED THE FLAME AND BREAK THE SINNERS’ BIN.” “DARKNESS WILL SUCKS THE LIGHTS.” “AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL LIFT.”

'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 ❤❤❤❤

I was a dead meat! "The Devil is gonna dig my grave yard!" ~ Esha Varnav ~

“Make yourselves necessary in the places where they least expect it. Remember — we are not savages but artists. Our art is war disguised as life.” They filed out into the night, carrying plans on tongues and in hearts. Theodore remained behind and watched them go. Alone in the pit, the torchlight threw his shadow long and monstrous across the stone. He raised the small vial once more and uncorked it. A smell like old cut grass and iron rose. He breathed it in, as if the scent of violence steadied his opiate need to win back what had been taken. The sweet, metallic promise of poison let his teeth clench with pleasure.

More distant. Like echoes of echoes. And I held onto the true things. The real things. The taste of shared bread. The weight of friendship. The choice to be better than the darkness wanted me to be. Even in a place made of ash and old bones. Even when the dead whisper lies in my ear. I would remember who I chose to be. The ash crunched under our boots. But we walked on. Together.

She reached her apartment door, and there it was: A small, brown-wrapped package sitting neatly on the mat. No name. No return address. Curious, she brought it inside and opened it slowly. Inside was a journal. Hardback. Deep blue cover, smooth to the touch. The pages were blank, unlined, waiting to be filled. But it wasn’t the emptiness inside that caught her breath. It was the quote embossed across the front in delicate gold lettering: “Some people rise from the ashes. Others remember they were the fire all along.” Sophia stared at it, a quiet smile curving her lips.

It was the way he seemed to encircle me, always there, never too close, never too far, his presence both reassuring and suffocating. I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest. The room was quiet, save for Mia’s soft breathing from the bunk above me. She’d fallen asleep ages ago, blissfully unaware of my emotional turmoil. Lucky her, or lucky me, don’t know! I glanced around our tiny, shared space, hoping for a distraction. The walls were covered in mismatched posters—Mia’s were bright and cheerful, featuring K-pop stars with jawlines sharper than my wit. Mine were moodier: abstract art and a single poster of an old movie Ethan had forced me to watch. It was called ‘Dead Poets Society’, and I’d

Then I remember I don’t bowl. Scott Dear Sarah, I’ve done it. I’m reading a poem that I know I should have read years ago, but it’s just so damn long. There’s a bit of Italian at the beginning that basically translates to, “Listen up,” and then there’s this: Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats

Chapter 14 “There are those who are afraid of the dark, not just because it’s dark, but because of what’s inside the darkness.” — Timothy Long JORDAN POV “And then another one bites the dust. Hell must be freezing and demons fleeing with the way everyone is just getting hooked. Tell me, what in the world is going on? Is the earth running out of women or something?” Quin drawled smoothly before winking at me, the glass of whiskey lingering on his lips for a moment.

You know, there are many who want me dead. * #TBC