285 Quotes About Dark-fantasy

I know it's tough losing someone you respected, but it will get better. Don't let that affect you from reaching your goals... don't get side-stepped by a tragedy like this. I know it's sad. Cry if you must. Just stay focused, and don't let your grief break you and derail you from your desired path.

This warmth... This touch... This whispered chorus of voices echoing through my heart. They bring solace. Even as I drift farther into the unknown of this dark abyss, I'm not afraid, because I feel you near. Your courage, strength and hope are all mine. With them, I can escape and fight my way back to you.

Luck... I believed to be only a myth; but I guess even unlucky dogs, like me, can experience it once in a while. - Thoughts of Minerva

Never let others see you suffer. Some thrive off your pain. So, no matter how cruel life is, always be kind and smile. If you do that, god will grant you a reward greater than the suffering you endured.

With despair at every corner, how can I be so selfish and worry about who my heart does or doesn't want? I must hide my heart's foolish desires. My main focus is saving others from the suffering this pain again.

You always do things for others' sake without worrying about yourself or how you feel. But this time I want you to be selfish. It's okay to cry. Just don't shut me out. It's my turn to help you. This time let me be your hope.

Just remember no matter where or how far this journey for the truth takes us, it will never erase the memories we shared or the impact we had on each other's lives. Our bond can withstand any challenge fate puts forth. No matter how dark our path becomes, we'll fight together until we reach our goal.

When we lifted the body out of the stolen Chevy, the moon was full and it was goddamn cold. No fluid had leaked onto the upholstery, but the memory of what I’d done lingered, filling my nostrils with a coppery scent that made my stomach churn. I shut the trunk, and nodded at Nico, signaling him to walk towards the barn. Beneath the snow, the frozen mud was slick as glass.

Darla flexed her three-inch claws and swiped a gnarled index finger across her phone screen, scanning another batch of personal ads from Magic Matches, but none of the men looked like a suitable victim.