236 Quotes About Weapon

Dude, don’t die out here.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.