Short Gothic Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

19. Hanging out with naked women!!!!! 'I am afraid to love, and yet I love you. My fear is like a wall I walk right through. The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me. I need it still, and yet I still need you.' Sharp 9 O' clock, the clouds out there in the sky were dancing a maniac dance. While here in her room, Aurora sat hell disturbed. In order to kick that hollow feeling of guilt away, she chose to read a collection of love poems by Nicholas Gordon, a poet who penned down one's heart feelings into words.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Lucas got the fact that I didn't get what he was saying, then he starts explaining " Those are my favorite quotes about Rome - one is by Claire Tomalin, while the second one was said by Paolo Sorrentino.'' "Aaaah! I see," was all I said in response then I asked him "It's a beautiful city … But … I still can't tell where are we going?" Though I asked him he did not answer me, instead he chose to ignore me, which annoyed the hell of me. Yet, the car stopped in front of a huge fountain. It was the most beautiful fountain I've ever seen in my entire life. Without moving my eyes away, I asked him "What's this??"

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

The half-pipe ignites beneath us (violet lightning and coyote-gold fire spiraling up into the shape of a blackbird carrying a sun). The Calder pack howls. Julian whoops so loud he falls off his board. Al Capone fires confetti tommy guns into the air while his ghost crew cheers in 1920s slang. My parents are sobbing happy tears. Grandma Elowen’s wind kisses both our cheeks. The Ghost-Queen of Dacia whispers in my head, soft and proud: Ghost-Queen: “You kept the thunder human. Well done, little sister.” Remy and I break the kiss only long enough to shout together:

Melanie’s POV “_Some people will hate your light just because it makes their shadows louder.”_ I stared at the camera, curling my lips into the softest, fakest smile I had ever worn. My eyes glowed under the ring light, soft and angelic. Perfect for the quote I had carefully chosen: _FORGIVENESS AND GROWTH: my truth._ “_I’ve been quiet for too long, letting others tell my story._ _I’ve learned the hard way that not everyone clapping for you wants to see you win._

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.

My laptop pinged what felt like hours later. "You're not simply beautiful, Miss Lane, you're beguiling. Your eyes don't shine like the moon, you look at me and It feels like I've been shot through the head and brought back to life in the space of a second. You're a force more powerful than gravity, stronger than Icarus' attraction to the sun, and I am but a mere mortal who could never resist your pull even if I wanted."

For some reason her quote still stays in my mind, travelling gently to my heart. To thine own self be true.

she then said and Loque Bella turned to her. "Sorry?" "The moon . . . I love it too." "It's just so beautiful. Every time I look at it it just brings this weird happiness inside of me, like . . . Like it's speaking to me you know," Loque Bella said. "What does it say?" "No it's stupid," she said chuckling. "Go on tell me, I would love to hear it." "You promise you won't laugh?" "I promise," Gorette said. "It tells me that one day I will find a place where I truly belong. That I won't be this nobody for the rest of my life and that I will finally find the happiness that I have been looking for my whole life."