Short Gothic Quotes Novels & Stories

Foreign 'In the early times.... before technology got modernized a young soul got trapped on a photograph.' "Impossible but continue." Kade quoted form a book believed to be written by an elemetalist scholer, years back since it was found in the library. "That's bullshit. Why are you reading that book?" Gordon bounced the basket ball, still paying close attention. He was still not willing to put his wife's life in danger to satisfy a board house husband. "Shut up... We all know that you a coward, I love."

Out into the Gothic corridor where the stone is cool and the noise drops immediately and the only witnesses are the carved details in the archways above me that have been watching Yale students fall apart in various ways for a very long time. I lean against the wall and breathe. Americus is right about one thing. Fleeing has become my most practiced move. And I am getting disturbingly good at it.

He himself was a squatter in an apartment trailer and didn't mind it one bit. He hefted the 10-pound package and gingerly climbed over the yellow tape to the front door, thinking that the cathedral gave off a weird, neo-gothic vibe. He squinted at the large placard on the cathedral door in the dim light emanating from the broken streetlights and read it out "I Am Aosoth, Made Of The Same Flesh As Lilith And Lucifer. Comfy" He shrugged and opened the door.

I fell to my knees and to the ground, losing all consciousness. My long lashes fluttered weakly against each other once more before they gave up and I felt myself being carried away by strong hands. Everything is over now. It was all gone. ****Author's note**** Please leave a vote and your thoughts. 'Everything is over now.' Do you believe that is true? Anyways, from the quote of Hermann Hesse "Who would be born must first destroy a world.” Chapter Soundtrack: Ghost town by Benson Boone

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

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."

Then he took a long drag from his cigarette, tilted his head, and turned to Lucian with the expression of a man entertaining any dark question that just pops into his head. "Quando scopi una suora, gemono le preghiere?" (When you fuck a nun, do they moan prayers?) Marcel inhaled his whiskey, almost cutting off his airways. Lucian's expression didn't falter, he knew his friend, it was no surprise. "Non ne ho idea. Non ho mai scopato una suora." (I wouldn't know. I've never fucked a nun.) Gio kissed his teeth, his eyes dismissing him.. "Ti manca il brivido, Lucian." (You lack thrill, Lucian.) He lit another cigarette off the dying end of the last and leaned back, shaking his head like this was

It was like they had known each other forever. Kate was also thrilled by the little notes (not SMS) that Ecto wrote her whenever. With typical Ecto magic, he had hijacked the Notes app of her phone. Her jealous friends teased her non-stop for “texting” her college sophomore boyfriend and grinning like a kid on Christmas Day all the time. Ecto’s notes were simple reminders not to forget lunch or dinner, beautiful photos of travel destinations in and out of the country, or a beautiful word Ecto learned on the web and wanted to share with her such as “petrichor,” “serendipity,” “wanderlust,” “soliloquy” and “nychthemeron”.

There was a being in whose chest hatred grew against so much happiness. - I don't know why you're still in such a bad mood. It was time to get used to the idea. One of these days, you will find your lost soul. - I don't care about my soul. - So why are you so upset? - Isn't it obvious? Don't you hear the joy coming from the Earth? - You are incredible. Forget Gary. That door closed more than 250 centuries ago. Lilith turns her back on Lucifer and leaves the room laughing.

Once I sat engaged and waiting I heard a martyred, extrajudicial sentencing Death - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness sanctioning 'Death!' said I, 'thing of demise.' I awoke and flung the grief My passion is the parched necrosis 'Death!' chuckled I, 'Yes Death!' ~~Theodora Twitty <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Scarlett