42 Quotes by Arti Manani

We are all flames waiting to be fed

What do you do to stop a fire from burning? You kill it.

Am I a flame? I wonder, but I already know. I got too close and now I'm one of them. An angry flame that has spread like a bushfire turning everything in my path to ashes. That's what we'll all be soon. Nothing but ashes. Nothing but dust.

Does it make me a bad person? Or does it make me human? Maybe I'm just a monster.

She flew past me, exiting the house as if she didn't smell the scent of a dead man lingering over me, as if she didn't hear the screams that were trying to flee from my gut, as if she didn't see the blood that painted my hands.

When you're done with being used, you become desperate to fight back and it doesn't matter how far you go, as long as you go. It's like a bomb that's ticking inside you and the longer you keep it in, the louder the explosion and the greater the damage.

Her dark thoughts spilled like a large coffee overflowing in an espresso cup. The coffee was bitter and strong, full of caffeine. It was a drug she didn't like, an addiction of darkness that was embedded inside her. It was a coffee being served without a smile, and one that she didn't want to drink.

A beast does not have to be big. He does not need fangs nor fur. He does not need horns nor does he need to howl in the night. He has two eyes, a nose and a mouth. He walks on two legs and he looks just like me.

If there was anything darker than black, it was me.