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First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But one strange year, halloween came early....don't you ditch me jim nightshade...don't talk death. Someone might hear...
— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes & A Sound of Thunder
He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")
— Charles Beaumont, Shock!
I felt the human disease that is ignorance suddenly leave my body. Just like that. Like a hot, desperate piss after a long car ride.
— J.A. Redmerski, Dirty Eden
But you know, as I do, that the storm will passAnd that the implacable sun doesn't simply stopWhen obscured by a dark, pernicious cloud,Which is why I know I'll return to your house-On a Sunday that's there on the calendar-And laugh with you over a glass of grappa.
— Mauricio Rosencof
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.
— Jean-Paul Sartre
I know you love how I make it all go away: all the joy, all the pain, all thoughts in your brain.For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons. For three summers straight you've been my sweet eye candy;and no one will ever, ever, take you away from me.
— Say Anything, Skinny mean man
Nevertheless, he had, on a certain star-lit evening, said wonderingly and quite reverently: "Deh moon looks like hell, don't it?
— Stephen Crane, Maggie: A Girl of the Streets
Vengence, betrayal, and love they all are synonyms for the same word: fake.
— TBBishiXO
Hope is the privilege of the weak.
— Gasmaskman
I'm reaching out my hand. I hope you are too. I just want to be in the dark with you.
— Greg Brown
Outside everything was uncannily visible in the light of the full moon, but here in the dark shaded alleys the night was conscious of itself. ("The Moon Slave")
— Barry Pain, Ghostly By Gaslight
Resolutely ignoring Banu's dark mutterings, steeling herself against the barrage of harsh words that questioned her motives, her upbringing, and her morality
— Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us
The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.
— David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames
The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
— Markus Zusak, Underdog
People do terrible things to each other, but it's worse in the places where everybody is kept in the dark.
— Tom Stoppard, Night and Day
Low ceiling, stone walls, a dirt floor stamped with paw prints. I never go in without announcing myself. 'Hyaa!' I yell. 'Hyaa. Hyaa!' It's the sound my father makes when entering his toolshed, the cry of cowboys as they round up dogies, and it suggests a certain degree of authority. Snakes, bats, weasels --it's time to head up and move on out.
— David Sedaris, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
It is important to correct bad behavior one toe at a time.
— Gasmaskman
There were secrets there, the secrets of the ether all mankind is born from; of the blackness that holds our oldest memories captive.
— Bryan Hall, The Vagrant
Life is a beautiful thing. Plant it in the ground, and it blooms into opportunity, capice?
— Gasmaskman
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— Tracey Bond
Time For Tea.
— Tillie Cole, Sick Fux
His darkness bled into me, inch by torturous inch, consuming me from the inside out. It made me feel powerful.It made me feel free.It made the next words that flew from my mouth a plea that he never stopped. He was dark and twisted, but maybe I was too.
— A. Zavarelli, Echo
Throughout the years I learned the good times must come to an end, all the bad times will get worse, and most recently I learned I have PTSD. Ileft a part of myself in that river, in that battlefield, in every tragedy. A couple thousand years of this and there is not much left. I never escaped that river. I am drowning in a sea of tragedy.A woman was standing in front of me. She smiled. “The psychiatrist is ready to see you.
— John Kennebrew, The Immortal
I lost my freedom for so many years. Until he entered my cage. Him, with the black eyes and blacker soul.
— Pepper Winters, Pennies
The missing aren't missing, they're only departed
— Trenton Lee Stewart, The Mysterious Benedict Society
Where does it hurt? She lifted her fingers to her cheekbone. Here.He moved slightly to place a soft, gentle kiss against the bruise.And here, she said, touching her forehead.He kissed her again.And here … She put her fingers to her mouth.
— Marissa Farrar, The Monster Trilogy: The Complete Series
Beneath the eerie calm of these unfathomable waters were deadly whirlpools of ambition, anger and unhappiness.
— Simon Sebag Montefiore, Stalin: The Court of the Red Tsar
Good be- gets bad, something lost leads to found...
— Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
Fear can cause blindness, said the girl with dark glasses, Never a truer word, that could not be truer, we were already blind the moment we turned blind, fear struck us blind, fear will keep us blind, Who is speaking, asked the doctor, A blind man, replied a voice, just a blind man, for that is all we have here.
— José Saramago
People don't say what they mean very often. You have to read between the lines of their behavior, of what they say, to get to what they truly feel. That's what good literature is all about-- what Austen did better than anyone.
— M.C. Frank, Lose Me.
And then it was done. He was there, but he wasn’t. His consciousness, his self-awareness, the part of him that translated to a snarky voice in his head, all still there. All there but so far away. Not . . . not at the front anymore.
— Lisa Henry, Heidi Belleau
The uncertainty wore on him. The conditions in jail--the handcuffs, the noise, the filth, the crowding--mangled his senses. It's likely that, if one must be incarcerated in the United States, a jail in central Maine would be among the more tolerable spots, but to Knight it was torture. "Bedlam" is how he referred to the place. It never got dark in jail; at eleven p.m., the lights merely became a little duller. "I suspect," he noted, "more damage has been done to my sanity in jail, in months; than years, decades, in the woods.
— Michael Finkel, The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
Death is more meaningful than just being dead.
— Munia Khan
I had but one love and it is gone and now there is nothing and I tell you, that is the most awful feeling in the world.
— R. Lee Smith, Land of the Beautiful Dead
Men may perish, but the world will neither celebrate nor mourn. It will go on.' His smile thinned. 'Would you like to know how?''No.''Animals will swell to fill the void left by men," he told her. 'And over-swell it, perhaps. There will be other extinctions and other recoveries. The sky will clear, but those who see it will not marvel at its many colors. Those ruins will collapse, burying treasures like this-' He waved at the walls. '-and this-' He picked up the spoon from her coffee tray and tossed it down again with a clatter. '-forever, but the world will go on. Years become centuries so easily when no one is there to count them. Centuries become millennia. The forests will reclaim the lands that Men have razed. Rivers will carve canyons across the scars left by this fallen cities. Mountains will rise up, trapping seas to dry under and uncaring sun and leaving the bones of whales to bleach in the newborn deserts for no one to find, no one to be inspired by thoughts of giants and dragons. And still the worlds will go on, and I will go on with it through ages that can only be measured by the coming and going of glaciers. The stars themselves will shift in the heavens and no one will be there to invent names for their new alignments or remember the stories of the old ones, no one but me. In time, the sun itself will begin to cool. Here on Earth, the world goes on and on as its remaining life passes through its last changes and dies away. It will be quiet. And lonely.' His mouth curved into a bitter line. 'But I'll live.''Stop it,' Lan whispered through numb lips.'I read once that the sun will someday swell and engulf this world before it burns itself out. Perhaps I will finally die with it. Or perhaps I' will continue to endure... my ashes pulled eternally apart through the frozen vacuum of space, and I with no more mouth to scream... still alive.
— R. Lee Smith, Land of the Beautiful Dead
After all, in this world of humans, he was little better than a monster, and what did a monster have to be afraid of in the dark?
— Darren Shan, Ocean of Blood
The man’s words were as deep and dark as midnight
— Elise Kova, Air Awakens
It’s like those nights when I was a kid, lying awake thinking the darkness would go on forever. And I couldn’t go back to sleep because of the dream of the whatever it was in the cellar coming out of the corner. I’d lie in the hot, rumpled bed, hot burning hot, trying to shut myself away and know that there were three eternities before the dawn. Everything was the night world, the other world where everything but good could happen, the world of ghosts and robbers and horrors, of things harmless in the daytime coming to life, the wardrobe, the picture in the book, the story, coffins, corpses, vampires, and always squeezing, tormenting darkness, smoke thick. And I’d think of anything because if I didn’t go on thinking I’d remember whatever it was in the cellar down there, and my mind would go walking away from my body and go down three stories defenceless, down the dark stair past the tall, haunted clock, through the whining door, down the terrible steps to where the coffin ends were crushed in the walls of the cellar – and I’d be held helpless on the stone floor, trying to run back, run away, climb up----
— William Golding, Pincher Martin
She offered her love to flawed broken souls and in that we found freedom.
— Sathyanath Nandakumar
There were no words, no capacity to form them, but there were thoughts swelling huge in her head and he was in every one of them, even deeper than he was in her body, because he didn't want to lose here.He didn't want to lose her.And maybe, that death-dark voice whispered to her aching heart, maybe he should.
— R. Lee Smith, Land of the Beautiful Dead
For as long I can remember I have wanted to die. So that started around age 6. I think. My earliest clear memories start at age 140.
— John Kennebrew, Restless nights and Zombies
Sometimes life seems a dark tunnel with no light at the end, but if you just keep moving forward, you will end up in a better place.
— Jeffrey Fry
What if you're the angel I sought and me the ghost you loved, and we both knew, we belong to different place.
— J. Limbu
I would say inhuman, but your kind perfected the clockwork of murder long ago.
— Amie Kaufman
My mood depends on the girl whom I love, but she is like a wildest hurricane, drifting shore to shore.
— J. Limbu
There are no good men, only good monsters.
— Anonymous
Dark matter is on the move,It's spreading out its wings,It is the culmination,Of all our bad things.It was never in the beginning,But then man came along,And changed the equation,I bid you all...So Long.
— Anthony T. Hincks
I am the philosophy before any philosopher.
— J. Limbu
Such misplaced faith in a boy with a murderous past and a girl with treacherous intent.
— Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn
Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Gansey clucked at his bedraggled reflection in the dark-framed mirror hanging in the front hallway. Chainsaw eyed herself briefly before hiding on the other side of Ronan's neck; Adam did the same, but without the hiding-in-Ronan's-neck bit. Even Blue looked less fanciful that usual, the lighting rendering her lampshade dress and spiky hair as a melancholy Pierrot.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
We need to know that a dark night is always followed by a nice morning
— Sunday Adelaja
Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow leaves you when you are in darkness.
— Ibn Taymiyyah
Not very tall, not very dark but very...very handsome,’ was his way of describing himself.
— Anurag Shourie, Half A Shadow
In the darkness with no ember, cold coals bear no flaming tinder. All the shadows, man resemble. In the darkness, wise men tremble. Prodigious foes made thee for pointless sake of prosaic power. Visited upon thyself no vestige of vision by late nights hour. In the stillness of normal eve, in longing for the night's reprieve. In air and earth arise a faint and subtle shift, tis follies gift. With tremulous breath, whisper faintly from thy spirits tower. 'Woe to me!', thy soul says. Cometh nigh, The Rez.
— Kel Kade, Reign of Madness
Times have changed in research and if you are not using Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Wikipedia, Google, and the like, you will be left in the dark.
— Steven Magee
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.
— Oliver Herford
You don’t stare the devil in the eyes and come out without some of his sin. You can’t beat the devil without becoming like him.
— Nina G Jones
She was sitting in a dark room, curled up and her head buried on her knees. His name echoing in her mind, like a thunder over a seashore. She was torn between the happiness brought by the waves, that touched her feet and fear of losing herself in the chaos. created by the sound that shattered her whole world into pieces.
— Akshay Vasu
Darkness reveals truths that no sun can bring to light, for inside the heart of man resides a beast, only tamed by the shackles of the day.
— Felix O. Hartmann, Dark Age
Death gives people the courage to be honest, sometimes for the first time in their lives.
— Elise Maybelle, Timecrest
In all the world there is no desolation more complete than the polar night. It is a return to the Ice Age— no warmth, no life, no movement. Only those who have experienced it can fully appreciate what it means to be without the sun day after day and week after week. Few men unaccustomed to it can fight off its effects altogether, and it has driven some men mad.
— Alfred Lansing, Endurance: Shackleton's Incredible Voyage
I can't stop thinking about what Caroline said to Minna about death. It isn't an infection, she said. She might be right. Then again, we've nested in the walls like bacteria. We've taken over the house, its insulation and its plumbing - we've made it our own. Or maybe it's life that's the infection: a feverish dream, a hallucination of feelings. Death is purification, a cleaning, a cure.
— Lauren Oliver, Rooms
Life is a spiral. As long as we lived, we would keep moving forward. But on a spiral path, getting closer to your destination meant periodically passing the same things—emotions, issues, character flaws—over and over again, the way a person walking up a spiral staircase would continually find himself facing north every ten steps or so.
— Sierra Simone, Midnight Mass
For every God there is a Satan, and because God made all of us godly, there is a Satan in us all.
— Felix O. Hartmann, Dark Age
I don't want to swim on the surface anymore and I never want to pretend again that I know you completely. Let me dive deep inside you, take me in and allow me to look into your secrets, make me feel every breath I take and crave for it more . Carry me to your darker side where you are afraid to allow anyone. Pull me deep inside and make me one of your secrets.-Akshay Vasu
— Akshay Vasu
I don't want to swim on the surface anymore and I never want to pretend again that I know you completely. Let me dive deep inside you, take me in and allow me to look into your secrets, make me feel every breath I take and crave for it more . Carry me to your darker side where you are afraid to allowanyone. Pull me deep inside and make me one of your secrets.
— Akshay Vasu
The guy had guts—I had to give him that. Later on I was hoping for a first-hand look at them.
— Rob Thurman, Nightlife
Last night was dark and full of terror and while we slept, the angels kept their watch of wondering love.
— OMOSOHWOFA CASEY
THE ELITES AND THE LESSERS, ONE LOOKS DOWN UPON THE OTHER.IF YOU'RE A ROAMER, YOU'RE NO LONGER PART OF THE ELITES.BECOMING A NEW-LESSER MAY SAVE YOU. IF ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE. THREE ISLANDS TWO COLLIDE THE THIRD IS A MYSTERY.
— Charon Lloyd-Roberts, UNTIL WE RISE
I’m pretty sure there are some things in the dark that we’re not meant to see.
— Karina Halle, Veiled
The line between being practical and being a bastard is thin.
— Joe Hart, The Final Trade
The morning’s splendour is conceived in the dark womb of night. A truth … we all know and believe. Yet a truth, that is most difficult to live and endure when one is in that dark womb. Alive and breathing … but inert, vulnerable, and ‘in waiting’. Witnessing but not conscious, wakeful but not awake. (Page 2)
— Neena Verma, A Mother's Cry... A Mother's Celebration
But you find—surprise—that you like this capitulation from her, this helpless acceding, from the most recent embodiment of all the girls over all the years who've given you nothing, not even a curious glance. Welcome to the darker side of love.
— Michael Cunningham, A Wild Swan: And Other Tales
I have never known the mind of a wolf hunting a deer, but I imagine it must feel a little like this: the twisted excitement of seeing the weak and wounded cowering before you, the knowledge that, in this instant, you have the power to end its life or grant it mercy. In this moment, I am a god.
— Marie Lu
I will become an ocean and make you my greatest secret ever, I'll keep thousands of demons to guard my secret. I'll create storms that none has ever seen. I will lure everyone to the darkest sides and will destroy them if they try to reach you and see what I am hiding back in my heart.
— Akshay Vasu
I've never in my life had a problem giving another person what theywant. But no one's ever been able to do that for me. No one touches me,no one gets near me. But now you've touched me somewhere so fuckingdeep I can't believe and I can't be that for you. Because I can't find you.
— Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis
drowning in a sea of logicthis monstrous state of palsy
— Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis
I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows.
— Juliet Marillier, Wolfskin
Bring a torch, if you've got one. It's as dark as hell and stinks of something far worse than cheese.
— Anthony Powell, A Dance to the Music of Time: 3rd Movement
Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.
— Jazz Feylynn
Sometimes, humans were more monstrous than anything else.
— Jennifer Estep, Dark Heart of Magic
I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.
— Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle
Today was the day to win again, Javlei held his axe in hand he had killed many people with it he didn't care that he had blood on his hands. He had won the STEDFARST races every year so far by being ruthless butchering other racers as he went.
— Charon Lloyd-Roberts, STEDFARST
Be the sun in someone’s dark sky.
— Matshona Dhliwayo
The dead man's face was pale and bloodless. The fierce white lights in the morgue showed up every detail mercilessly and every last pore and pock-mark was revealed, the history of a life, now reduced to a mere handful of scars. 'Always nice to see you Mark, but what brings you in so late on Friday afternoon?' Lambert said nothing, staring at Petrie's corpse, before turning to the coroner. John Humby was older and getting close to retirement and the two had been friends for a very long time. Humby resembled a large blood-hound, the more so the older he got and he was smiling over at Lambert, who was still thinking about the murder.
— Stevie O'Connor, Under The Stones
To be a STAR, you must shine your own light,follow your own path and don’t worry about the darkness,for that, is when stars shine brightest
— Unknown
I'm not much of a challenge here in the dark.
— Neil Gaiman, Coraline
Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Wherever this is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.
— Anaïs Nin
Vidal had his exuberant and stately tower in the most elegant and elevated part of Pedralbes, surrounded by hills, trees, and fairy-tale skies. I would have my sinister tower rising above the oldest, darkest streets of the city, surrounded by the miasmas and the shadows of that necropolis which poets and murderers had once called the "Rose of Fire.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow.
— Donna Tartt
It was as though the man-eater - for no other leopard would have killed the goat and laid it on the track- had said, 'Here, if you want your goat so badly, take it; and as it is now dark and you have a long way to go, we will see which of you lives to reach the village.
— Jim Corbett, The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag
Some dark Presence watching by my bed,The awful image of a nameless dread ―
— William Marshall, The Far Away Man
His wits have gone dark as his eyes
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
The smell of tobacco usually reminded Mirabelle of being a child – coming downstairs in the morning when the dinner party her parents had hosted the night before was cleared away, but the scent of cigars still lingered.
— Sara Sheridan, Operation Goodwood
My dad used to warn me that the devil doesn't have horns and a pitchfork, he'll appear as the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. He'll make you laugh. He'll make you feel good. You'll do things you never thought you would, but he'll tell you it's okay. And before you know it, you've sold your soul to him.
— Nina G. Jones
Pleasure and pain.That was my Melody.She was my poisonso toxic, when sampled,yet,so sweet...
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
Life presents itself as a continual deception, in small matters as well as in great. If it has promised, it does not keep its word, unless to show how little desirable the desired object was; hence we are deluded now by hope, now by what was hoped for. If it has given, it did so in order to take. The enchantment of distance shows us paradises that vanish like optical illusions, when we have allowed ourselves to be fooled by them. Accordingly, happiness lies always in the future, or else in the past, and the present may be compared to a small dark cloud driven by the wind over the sunny plain; in front of and behind the cloud everything is bright, only it itself always casts a shadow. Consequently, the present is always inadequate, but the future is uncertain, and the past irrecoverable.
— Arthur Schopenhauer
...and the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
They are forever looking into the nooks and crannies of a thing, whatever the thing may be. Always up very early or very late, going for rides on the backs of whales who deliver the mail; waking up covered in a secret language of hums; writing about the hobbies of feathers; changing shape like a cloud; howling at the moon; being a radioactive night-light in the dark; being a life raft on an ocean of alphabet soup; being great-hearted; being selfless; believing in tall tales, doodlebugs, and doohickeys. Believing. Believing in themselves. Believing in you.
— Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend
I think I could have loved you.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn’t go, so now you’ll have to take care of me.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
The expression just set me on edge. He had the look of an injured wild animal. I imagined a hungry lion limping in front of me with a bloody paw. No matter how much the beast stumbled or bled, one would have to always remember that the creature could tear the average human body in half.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
Why am I terrified?
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
No matter how much he’d done to me, my heart could not be done with him.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 3
Melody.” His voice was a tormented whisper on his lips.“Yes,” I said.“If you ever need to escape, come to me.”“What?” I asked.“Just come. I won’t. . .I would never hurt you.”“But—”“You’re all that matters to me.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 2
Draw: For the most part, a draw occurs when it appears that neither side will win.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 2
Asleep? That's what she is right now?” Pure menace laced his words. “And when you decide to answer that question, Kane, be sure that you answer this with great care. I for one see you as my friend. We've never had problems. But now you've met my Melody, and problems cannot be avoided. So when I ask you, is she asleep, be sure that you give me a clear answer, because different ones will result in your death and the slashing away of every fucking person you know.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 2
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to calm down."You're the only person I let talk to me this way. You know what would happen if you were anyone else?
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
Anytime you need me, just call. I'll stop everything for you. Any fucking thing on this earth.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
I already apologized for that.”“No, you didn’t.”“Then I’m sorry.”"“Fuck your sorry.”“Fine. Fuck my sorry.
— Kenya Wright, 420
Why let me heal when you'll just break me anyway?”“Because breaking you is half the fun.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
Women will be the death of you.” Julio entered and sat down. “That's why I don't mess with them. They make men weak.”“You don't mess with them because you're gay.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
It used to be that when I made mistakes like this or came close to losing my life, I would just call Miguel. He'd drop it all to come to me—his movies, media engagements no matter how big they were, and even his criminal activities went on hold for me. It made me think he cared.Miguel canceled an appearance on the Dave Letterman show just because he called me and thought my voice sounded like something was wrong.He directed his gaze to the bruises decorating my face. “You said you weren't hurt.”With those big arms, he picked me up and slammed the door behind us. “When I ask you if you're okay, you tell me the truth.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
Say it for me, Rainy. No other man.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
Weed etiquette rule - whoever rolls the joint, gets the first hit.
— Kenya Wright, 420
If I thought I’d been drawn to her, now I knew, I’d been taken,kidnapped,caged,destroyed,and all the other things that went with someone having complete power over another.
— Kenya Wright, 420
And with her hair, so red, she’d caught my eye... My little red riding hood.
— Kenya Wright, 420
I’d been just like her, a youngster with something to say, a rebel through street art, leaving my mark on public buildings, to taunt the government and humor the public
— Kenya Wright, 420
Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends...“Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.
— Kenya Wright, 420
He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.
— Kenya Wright, 420
Me, following her home.Her, thinking she's alone.For hours, I watched her paint, sat in the darkness, and marveled.
— Kenya Wright, 420
He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “Just be careful, Red. This isn’t a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf’s teeth really are.
— Kenya Wright, 420
People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf.
— Kenya Wright, 420
She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.”“No,” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean okay, I can wait.
— Kenya Wright, 420
What are you most scared of?” she asked and I wished she hadn’t. I didn’t like admitting it.“I’m scared of dying alone.
— Kenya Wright, 420
Sorry. I would be bad for you.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
Don’t ever try to leave me again.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
There's always a price.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I’d held in all night fled my body.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 1
Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It’s somewhere else.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
You’re not going to start screaming sonnets outside my bedroom window, are you?”He winked. “I just might.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
Give me another chance. Earlier tonight, you hoped I would be your first. I really did feel honored. I was just caught way off guard, so I fronted a little and rushed upstairs. But when I got to the top, I leaned back against my door and had to catch my breath. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
One should never believe the words I speak.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 2
But my thoughtsbreed truthsthat my heartcan'tbare.Like Melody.
— Kenya Wright, Bad for You 2
A warrior walks alone in the dark.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Doubt unmasks the lie and illuminates the dark path to truth.
— Jaime Tenorio Valenzuela
She'd always had a hankering for sitting quietly in dark, confined spaces.
— Robert Beatty
Nervousness from earlier surged back into me. Goodness. He was honey poured over an athletic body. Short, sandy-blond curls outlined his face, which boasted full lips, high cheek bones, and long lashes that any woman would envy. Even with those soft features, his face appeared hard and sculpted by an artist.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
Those fake blue eyes stared back, mocking me. At least the tears didn’t show. Thank God. Instead, they ducked back into my eyelids as I tucked my sadness back into my core.... The more my mind flew off in one direction, the more my sanity shattered into pieces that no one could sweep up and glue back together.
— Kenya Wright, Flirting with Chaos
He suffered," added Athos softly. "But not like you." He brought his mouth closer. "No one suffers as beautifully as you.
— V.E. Schwab
I wanted to break you. I never expected you to like it.
— A. Zavarelli, Echo
He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his.
— A. Zavarelli, Echo
A smart woman would have walked away then. She would have lit a match and set fire to the entire clusterfuck that was this situation. But I was never a smart woman, and if you didn’t believe me, all you had to do was ask my mother.
— A. Zavarelli, Echo
We wrap up our violent and mysterious world in a pretence of understanding. We paper over the voids in our comprehension with science or religion, and make believe that order has been imposed. And, for the most of it, the fiction works. We skim across surfaces, heedless of the depths below. Dragonflies flitting over a lake, miles deep, pursuing erratic paths to pointless ends. Until that moment when something from the cold unknown reaches up to take us. The biggest lies we save for ourselves. We play a game in which we are gods, in which we make choices, and the current follows in our wake. We pretend a separation from the wild. Pretend that a man's control runs deep, that civilization is more than a veneer, that reason will be our companion in dark places.
— Mark Lawrence, Prinz der Dunkelheit
This was worse than a coke binge. Worse than black tar or the thrill of E. This was the devil himself snaking his way inside of my heart and bending me to his will. This was addiction, quickly morphing into obsession. And somewhere in the clouded fog that was my brain, I knew this was a game I was going to lose.
— A. Zavarelli, Echo
The only safe place left is the dark.
— Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
We wrap up our violent and mysterious world in a pretence of understanding. We paper over the voids in our comprehension with science or religion, and make believe that order has been imposed. And, for the most of it, the fiction works. We skim across surfaces, heedless of the depths below. Dragonflies flitting over a lake, miles deep, pursuing erratic paths to pointless ends. Until that moment when something from the cold unknown reaches up to take us.The biggest lies we save for ourselves. We play a game in which we are gods, in which we make choices, and the current follows in our wake. We pretend a separation from the wild. Pretend that a man's control runs deep, that civilization is more than a veneer, that reason will be our companion in dark places.
— Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns
Oh God Angel," he whispered. "There's only one monster here." ~Sade~
— Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy
A love letter can be very short or it can be long; it can be literary or non-literary; it can be bright or dark, cheerful or tragic. But above all, for a love letter to be a love letter it must be sincere!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.
— Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
The important concept of the solar wind is that Space is not empty. It is an energy and particle filled environment that interacts with whatever is in it! Astronomers call this 'Dark Energy'.
— Steven Magee, Solar Radiation, Global Warming and Human Disease
When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.
— Willow Madison, We Were One Once
Don't depend on anyone too much. Even your shadow leaves when it's dark.
— Anonymous
I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.
— Willow Madison, We Were One Once
Broken or whole... you're all mine. You... are all mine! ~Sade~
— Lucian Bane, No Mercy
He didn’t like the idea of leaving unfinished business behind. He had wanted definite answers about the heart attacks to be able to turn the page on who or what caused so many of his brothers to die.
— Keith Steinbaum, The Poe Consequence
Who's out there?" I say."Just teenagers," my father says."Why are they like that?""That's just the way they are.""Will I be like that when I grow up?""You? Perish the thought.
— Joshua Gaylord, When We Were Animals
Lightning can best be seen in the dark...Bright persons do best in bad circumstances
— Erik Tanghe
I am a ghost,Living in ethereal thoughts.
— Azereth Skivel
No form of revenge could have made me hate you any less. If I had cut the two of you to shreds with a knife, I think I would have hated the little pieces of you just the same.
— Kanae Minato
A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.
— Willow Madison, We Were One Once
You are my light when i'm in the dark
— Miggy Villas
Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
— Set it off
I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he’s conquered. I’ve known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.
— Willow Madison, We Were One Once
If I am darkness, then I have learned it backwards. Darkness must be in the right, and you my dear, along with nearly all others, have been blindly wandering within the light of the wrong.
— GRIS
Humans to ashes,People to dust,Its all because in God we trust.
— Sanjay Singh
Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?
— Sui Ishida
Sometimes, the only way to make your dreams come true is to shatter them.
— Pepper Winters, Twisted Together
I’d always be watching her. And she knew now that she belonged to me. Every breath she took, every step she made, every smile she faked, I’d always be there, watching her, waiting for her.
— Jaimie Roberts, Deviant
She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave me - it seemed heavy as death. I looked at the bed. I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains, like bats, ready to swoop. Now, I thought, I might jolt the post and they would only fall, and shatter, and turn to powder.
— Sarah Waters, Affinity
As I circled the room like a lion about to pounce, another animal, bordering on domestic fucking cat stepped behind Tyler and grabbed her by the waist for a dance. I thought she was going to tell him no thanks, like the others, but instead she looked at me challengingly and accepted the man’s advances.
— Jaimie Roberts, Deviant
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby becomes a monster.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
You seek havoc, but all you’ll end up finding is despair.
— Jaimie Roberts, Deviant
That’s not me.That’s my duality!
— Munia Khan
When I woke up and the dark wasn't gone yet, and the dark seemed so big, then she sang soft and made the dark small again."That is the best of all things we can do for one another: Make the dark small.
— Dean Koontz, Brother Odd
The doc showed no hint he had trouble taking lives.
— Ellen Connor, Midnight
Everything you love has been stolen from you, Regan. Come with me and we’ll steal it all back… together, we’ll make you whole again.” -KieronHanti
— Brittany L. Engels, Rompita Kero, Healing for the Broken Heart
You don’t know anything about me, Tyler. I would suggest you stop trying to fucking psychoanalyse me. I’ve already told you that I have no love to give. We fuck, that’s about it with you and me.
— Jaimie Roberts, Deviant
Tyler was just like any other girl now. She was manipulative and greedy. She was a witch in fucking sexy high heels.
— Jaimie Roberts, Deviant
Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable — your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers — and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.
— Richard Siken
Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty
—  we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.
A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.
— Scott Hastie
Human beings suck the life out of everything that's beautiful.
— Kelly Braffet, Josie and Jack
People are always afraid of other things, they are never afraid of themselves.
— Dan Wells, I Am Not A Serial Killer
I’m an artist; I do not destroy, but create scars. And above that, I am an inventor of new ways to create them.
— Hillary Wen, Hildy Wen, Within Serenity Lies A Siren
Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity's vileness to redeem the fragileness
— Munia Khan
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
— Christopher Nolan The Dark Knight
When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt.
— Khadija Rupa
You taught me to love the dark, Aidan. If that 's wrong, then I'm already damned.
— Heather R. Blair, Blood in Fire
People who understand the dark understand the universe,and therefor they can connect their soul so life can give them the uplifting mystic it has.
— Royal Cromwell
Donna fight the darkness, nobody. Embrace it.
— Heather R. Blair, Blood in Fire
Do not hide your weakness for they grow and become powerful demons in the dark.
— Paul Bamikole
I could never run from the half of me that danced in the dark.
— Pippa DaCosta, Beyond The Veil
You should've told me Tess," I murmured against her hair. "You helped me find my humanness but you took it away with your lies.
— Pepper Winters, Twisted Together
I'll be ready when you are, esclave. A life for a life. A tale for a tale.
— Pepper Winters, Twisted Together
No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together
— Jaden Wilkes, The Beast
To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others in order to save them, for one cannot be a hero without needing someone to save.
— Brandon Varnell
All secrets sound the same in the dark.
— Ryan Graudin, All That Burns
Now that's a ghastly moon, not ghostly.
— Anthea Carson, The Dark Lake
When i believe in everything, I could not seethe actors semicircled around a studio microphoneflipping the pages of scripts in unison.I only heard the voices, resonant, electric, adult,accusing each other of murder.
— Billy Collins, The Apple that Astonished Paris
Jane sneezed three hundred dollars' worth of coke into the air.Krishna's black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's.
— Anthea Carson, The Dark Lake
To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others in order to save them, for one cannot be a hero with needing someone to save.
— Brandon Varnell
To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others, for one cannot be a hero with needing someone to save.
— Brandon Varnell
To be a hero is to become a paradox. The very act of wanting to be a hero implies that you wish danger upon others, for one cannot be a hero without needing someone to save.
— Brandon Varnell
When you love people, you want what's best for them, and sometimes what's best for them isn't you.
— J.M. Darhower, Torture to Her Soul
What's a Dullahan?''He's a headless horseman, in the service of the banshee.''Headless?''Yes.''Seriously?''Yes.''So he has no head?''That's usually what headless means.''No head at all?''You're really getting hung up on this headless thing, aren't you?''It's just kind of silly, even for us.''Yet you spend your days with a living skeleton.''But at least he has a head.''True.''He even has a spare.
— Derek Landy, Mortal Coil
Sometimes I hate him. When he does the dishes, he shakes off each one before setting it in the drying rack. Water flies everywhere. A couple of drops always hit me in the face. I have to leave the room to avoid smashing a plate against his head.
— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein
Skul-man!' he exclaimed as he rushed forward to shake his hand. 'Last I heard you were trapped on a dead world overrun by evil trans-dimensional superfiends!' Skulduggery nodded. 'Just got back.
— Derek Landy, Dark Days
People used to make money, but somewhere along the way, it started making us.
— Trevor D. Richardson, Dystopia Boy: The Unauthorized Files
I look at youAcross those fires and the dark.
— Weldon Kees
I need to punish her.You need her. Just her. Nothing else.Ignoring my mind’s voice, I look at my prey. She’s the reason I am the way I am.It’s all her fault.And she’s going to pay.
— Belle Aurora, Raw
No matter how dark your cloud is
—  sun in you will always outshine this darkness
Blood is everywhere..Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks
— for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.
Die in my nightmares
—  I will live in yours.
I mean, if you think about doing things to people like that, if you think about it too much, it gets all up in you and you can't control it after a while. Then they really got you.
— Walter Dean Myers, Darius  Twig
Calm, gentle, passionless as he appeared, there was yet, we fear, a quiet depth of malice, hitherto latent, but active now, in this unfortunate old man, which led him to imagine a more intimate revenge than any mortal had ever wreaked upon an enemy.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs - Font la mer noire)
— Charles de Leusse
Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Shame comes in different doses.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
love is a drop of bloodin apool of tears
— Patrick B. Vince, Love Is a Four Letter Word
It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is tempermental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind..... But hatred, now. That's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradels you. It's so soothing. I feel infinetly better now
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts.
— Aniket More, Zero Hour Melancholy
Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Deep blackness waits outside;a veiled inferno it attempts to hide.We see no more than dark clouds growing,but set inside, a fire is glowing.
— Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
I am not compatible with life.
— Aniket More, Zero Hour Melancholy
He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.” Maxwell D. Kalist.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.
— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth