47 Quotes About Gothic-fiction

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

And maybe that is exactly what happened…he walked away and never woke up…

Good evening, you poor little Orphans of a Loveless God. Good evening to you blood sucking fools.

Work is the undoing of nature.

O Lord, to know that one is not allowed to be afraid; it is the most frightening thing of all.

I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants of the person who had once used that arm to shake hands, open doors, lift a mug of tea. I wondered if it was so very different from how I myself looked when I sat on the floor of my finds room, perhaps sitting cross-legged, at the centre of a circle of newly cleaned bones, a tibia in one hand, a toothbrush in the other …

he night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at the stars, held down by an insidious, weightless lacing of snowflakes. I gazed idly at the moon and wondered if it truly had the power to sway the will of men.