285 Quotes About Dark-fantasy

She hadn't broken a nail in years; she could rip holes in walls and still look well manicured.

Those fucking birds are circling overhead again. Not that I hate them, those fucking birds.

Poems. I tell ya, there were some great ones. The world, when it was early in the making and easy for the taking, was all poetry, man.

Life is like a fire, it changes constantly, flickering high and low. Sometimes it burns brightly and other times it's nothing but a smouldering ember. It's up to you to stoke the fire and make it burn as brightly as possible — before it burns out.

We’ve scrambled for our lives,” she said softly. “Now we have to scramble for our world.

The vehicle screeched away. A pair of black tire-tracks scorched the asphalt in its wake, as if the ground had sprouted its own set of horns.

His chuckles rumbled, devoid of humor, as if mirth was a kidney stone that had gotten stuck somewhere in the intestinal mess of the phone lines.

She bit her lip, forcing the truth deeper inside until it caved her. She hunched over like a woman protecting her illegitimate unborn child. She brandished forks and knives and set them on the table, each fork crossed over each knife like a coat of arms, a pattern of X's.

Pappou did not look at Lexi. He scratched his nose and swung his komboloi in one hand so that the worry beads clacked against each other like tiny firecrackers, as if he hoped the clicking of them would snap the world back to its senses, knowing also that they couldn't.