The Dark Quotes
The seemingly most hateful, those on the front lines of despair, are mere instruments of sinister forces, which pull the manipulative strings of manufactured supremacy.
School never teaches you about this mangled human slime, it slays me. You spend all your time learning the capital of Surinam while these retards carve their initials in your back.
The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.
He said, “If God lived on Earth people would stalk his Facebook page and leave nasty comments on his Pinterest site.” Then it sunk in- timing was everything and social media was the devil.
If I guess your secret, will you tell me if I'm right?" His father laughed but didn't answer.
And for a moment it seemed to me as if I also were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets.
Well, fame is a drug and when you take it away from an addict, things can get ugly.
You know, sloth is a sin, " he says softly. "I prefer to think of it as an adorable animal.
Francis Ford Coppola - A man climbs a mountain and they call him a hero. I climb mountains that aren't even there.
I’m interested in people’s darker side, the ones that aren’t easy and well balanced. The cracks.
And your fear boils my fu*king blood Angel, makes me fu*king hungry, do you know that? ~Sade~
What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.
Sometimes to escape the noise of haunting memories, you need your best friends hand in your own, to help erase the sound and fill you with a sense of peace, even if it’s temporary.
Mister if you want more to join, ’ She said half-choked ‘you’ll have to put in the coin.
-Cheap? I could have bought a whole pig with that coin jester. -Exactly my Lord. And while some may eat a mule, no one can ride a pig.
If you want to convince a criminal to see things your way, start by seeing things theirs.
The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.
Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren’s song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.
I’d single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.
You’re going to let her wander into someone else’s arms? There’s another man who could protect her better than you? Well, if that’s true—
I have loved you from the moment you opened your eyes, and I will continue to love you long after I close mine. I will always be yours Aurora. I don’t exist without you.
Why are you stripping in my front yard at six in the morning? I have neighbors you know.
But now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
You still are? There go my plans! And the suit I had bought to attend your funeral. Well, well. Anyway, do call me up when you an't.
Maybe someone who dies at the age of a hundred doesn't feel anything more than the fear that grips us when we're six and it's nighttime and our mother comes in to turn out the light.
Perhaps I should just bury myself and become a diamond after thousands of years of intense pressure
This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.
We are all just illusions of what we want the world to believe about us, no one even begins to assume what lurks below my surface, not even my best friends. ~Callum~
In the end, we all die for what we believe in... mostly because we all die.
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men
On the perfect night there is nothing more transcendent or terrifying than boxing. It's the ultimate representation of the guilty pleasure.
In the moments between bullets, those in foxholes regain their vision. They get to count the dead, feel for holes. Pain creeps through a sluice of calm.
Skin color doesn't make you different, ' Melody said. 'We're all the same on the inside.' 'The only people who ever say that, ' Raymon replied, 'are white.
My wife was saying to me just the other day how she's noticed a spring in my step lately. That was because I thought you were gone forever.' 'I missed you too, Thurid.
You stay on me like my godsdamned shadow, vampire."Mirceo's lips curved. "Eternally, demon.
Time has come to reconsider the existence of aether in space due to recent developments in science on existence of dark energy in space.
For the moment we might very well can them DUNNOS (for Dark Unknown Nonreflective Nondetectable Objects Somewhere).
I grouped my fellow employees into three categories: the plebes, the damned, and the demons.
You came here of your own free will, Claire. I won’t be denied. You’re mine now, and I intend to keep you.
What exactly did you expect me to do? I told The Boss what you said, but he’s not going to budge. Nobody gets dental.