Novel & Cerita Short Gothic Quotes

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

The man's expression seemed to darken, like the gentle shadow of a summer cloud that seemed to cast a foreboding presence. "Arrow, or whatever your name is called," he said, his voice dripping with malice, like the soft, gentle trickle of a stream that seemed to flow with venom. "I believe everyone's prayer is to not die young," he added, his eyes glinting with a sinister light, like the soft, gentle glow of a summer moon that seemed to cast an eerie shadow.

My tone dropped into something even hell couldn’t touch. “Una morte veloce è il paradiso per i peccatori... Ma una morte lenta è il primo inferno.” (A quick death is heaven for sinners... but a slow death is the first hell.) Cassian’s knees nearly buckled. I stepped even closer, lowering my voice like a dagger sliding between ribs. “I will cut off your limbs… one after the other. Pluck out your eyes. Rip your tongue. Break every tooth in your mouth.

I saw the hat by his side and the twelve legged creature laying by the cross. "Meet your assassin!" Gefion grinned happily. Light Fades. -Sacramentum Et Misariae -Mystery And Misery Song Of Choice : Nil Word Count : 1.36k Ask Your Questions :

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.

She could hear the shallowness of her breath as it stole prematurely from her lungs. "...I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is..." His eyes never left Ashlyn's as he recited the rest of the quote from memory. His gaze was piercing, his voice hypnotizing. With parted lips, she swallowed.

A sense of unease permeated the air as if the very stones themselves whispered of long-lost secrets and ancient curses. Polished ebony coffins lined the walls, each adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of darkness and death. Gargoyles leered down from their perches high above, their stone eyes seemingly tracking every movement with an eerie intensity. Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary.

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.

Veronica was a hunter of the dark; she fed on the sound of breathing. Veronica's voice was getting closer, her words dripping with malice as she taunted me. “You should have stayed in the light,” she sneered, the sound of her wet, hacking laugh sending shivers down my spine. 'You thought you were a queen, didn't you?' Veronica's tone was laced with venom. 'But you're just a rat in a fancy dress, and now the rat-catcher has come for you.'”

There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going. "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever." A quote from Lord Henry. Lucia sighed, Lord Henry was indeed a cynical character especially to the matters of love but was it a crime that she hoped her first love would be her last love that her it would last forever. Was it wrong that thinking about him and every little moment they shared made her skin quiver. Thinking about him gave her mixed emotions. It was so hard, extremely hard. They say time heals all wounds but