Short Gothic Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked and she turned giving me her full attention. "If you live in the past and wallow in pain, you only damage your future and people around you," she replied and I released a small smile, loving her perception of the few words offered. "What's your quote?" She asked softly her light brown eyes staying with mine, she was so captivating. "As soon as I glance at you a moment, I can't say a thing, and my tongue stiffens into silence, thin flames underneath my skin prickle and spark, a rush of blood booms in my ears, and then my eyes go dark," I repeated word for word.

Relatable quote- “I would love you even if I am a dead man, for your love would serve as a flicker of light in my dark grave.” Recommended song- Beautifully unfinished by Ella Henderson “What is it? Is it… about Calista? Veronica, do you where she had gone? Tell me…” Herbew grew restless as the lady confessed that she wasn’t here for affectionate and intimate gestures, but something else. Given the need of the situation, he could vaguely guess it was something related to his sister. And Veronica being her best friend, confirmed the thing too.

she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She did not look up, afraid to see that they would all have the same blank slate. The girl entered an alley and expected she would not be spotted, but alas, ever since she opened that book, things never went her way. She reached a dead end and was to swivel and make a reverse turn, but the guys blocked her path. “Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took backwards. “We’re going to have some ‘fun’, right here and now.” April G’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they loomed closer.

You are a slow killer, opening the Gate to others, before sending Your victim to the grave. Your face is too ugly to behold, And your canines, Devastation With a capital D Your hands are covered with Thick soot ready to paint people black And your embrace is like that Of a boa constrictor, excruciating In effect. You have proved a menace to the world And carelessly have broken Millions of hearts. You are as quiet as the graveyard But your stings are worse than The scorpions

Beatrice speaks, her words slicing quiet like metal through fog. My eyelids stay shut. That sound - it isn’t soft or faint. I say so, shaky. Loud enough to know it means something “What does it say?” I let the warmth of the memory fill my words, making them seem otherworldly. “It says… ‘She stands in the sun, and she is not afraid of the shadows. She makes the shadows seem… quiet.’” That wasn’t his words. Yet my skin knew it, in the quiet times. Real enough - just not what she searches for.

I'd be labeled a freak by association. Goth kids were feared.They always had an air of spookiness and macabre surrounding their auras , they were obsessed with death , dark humor and dark poetry and they always looked as though they stepped right out of a funeral catalogue. Standing next to this five foot tar colored freak, I couldn't stop my rampant thoughts from imagining her working in a cemetery some day.I have a feeling she'd qualify to work in one seeing how obsessed she was with death and everything it came with. "What did you do to my poetry journal?'She barked, holding the aforementioned journal in her pale hands.

Her fingers— slender and greasy, beautified in a way that just a stare at her glowing hands, one would be intrigued. There was a book—a brown and neat paperback that was opened at about the eleventh page out of a hundred. Little by little, her index finger tapped on words that piqued her fancy, her breathtaking giggles followed along. [With you, there is light. But without you, a fate greater than death crashes upon my soul.]

I feel like a fuse that is about to explode. "If I could do it all again, I would burn this entire place to the ground before I let one of you touch me," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the roaring triumph of the mob. The darkness closes in, thick and suffocating. I welcome it. I embrace the void with the desperation of a girl who has finally run out of tears. I feel the life slipping from my pores, the heat leaving my skin, the weight of my existence finally lifting. I am gone. I am nothing. I am just a ghost in the making, waiting for the wind to carry my ashes away.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

Think like a QUEEN. A queen is never afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness. ATHENA Night sky is looking so beautiful. Full of beautiful stars. At that time i remembered a quote that i read long back ago, it said that when life takes you to the dark, grab the courage to shine like a star. This quote is applicable on my situation. Earlier sleep was a luxury for me and now it's priceless. I really tired hard to sleep and when i finally fell asleep i woke up due to a nightmare.