Novel & Cerita Short Gothic Quotes

All my grief says the same thing : this is not how it is supposed to be. this is not how it is supposed to be, and the world laughs, holds my hope by the throat and says : But this is how it is. -Fortesa Latifi. |L O R E N Z O| I am driving, on my way to Nicolas' house for the dinner he took my promise for, without me promising him. The man is too fucking stubborn to take no for an answer.

"That's a quote, isn't it?" Her mouth opens, and her eyes widen on him. "Yes Master, it is." Gazing out of the window, he rubs his nose. "I know the reference, but for the life of me, I can't think where from." Charlotte's eyes are glossing.... What's going on here? Michael exchanges a look with me, shrugging and shaking his head. She almost whispers. "It's from 'The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.' taken from Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'."

- To be afraid of such shit - to be the most shit! “Let's see how brave you are,” the sorcerer chuckled, spitting blood, after which he said, referring to Tamir, who was frozen indifferently to the side. - Well, what are you doing with a sour face? Today you will go into the mortuary and crawl out of there only when you raise three ghouls. And then you put it down. So that in advance I don’t fall into melancholy and sadness every time.

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.

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.

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."

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:

I bit my lip to prevent a laugh from coming out. "Let us go, then." Sammi demanded in a harsher tone. "Sister. After you." He said as he turned to me, his arm extended to Guirita. "Don't think I will start calling you 'brother'." I replied with an eye roll, but walked towards Guirita, who turned around and led us through the dark red hallway with swaying hips. This place truly was gothic. Even the paintings depicted death and gore. Statues littered the place, and I swore I recognized one. I walked past it without looking back at it but his eyes seemed to follow my movements.

A woman dressed head to toe in full gothic glory—all black clothes clinging to her body, jet-black hair falling straight like a curtain, heavy dark eyeliner that could cut glass, deep black lipstick, a chunky silver cross necklace, and knuckle rings that looked like something that came from thanos finger. Hell. She looked like she’d stepped out of a Tim Burton movie. The curly-haired girl pulled her phone back with a proud little smirk. “Trust me, it works. Guys like that — cold, distant — they lose their minds over the gothic vibe. It’s the mystery. The whole ‘don’t touch me I’m dangerous’ energy.”

“Page 157, paragraph one, ‘Those who desired malevolence left my path for fathoming devastation for I, who guided you on righteous must halt before my wrath.’” He paused, noticing his quote gained attention and continued. “For the swore you sealed for eternity to exterminate what I detest; darkness. Do not extend your hand towards it. Ever.” He finished repeating the highlighted part of the book Kriss was reading, explaining the whole five hundred pages in one quote. “Extend your hands towards darkness? Why would anyone want to?” Kriss asked, furrowing his brows. “Brother.” Tristan called, motioning Zadicus to pick where he left off.