#ale

You may be able to write a novel, you may not. You will never know until you have worked very hard indeed and written at least part of it. You will never really know until you have written the whole of it and submitted it for publication. ↗

— Ngaio Marsh

#writing #death

He is my valentine, he's dark, he's mine, he knows everyone. His name is Death. ↗

— Izicain

#valentine #death

We will always ask ourselves the same questions ....We will always need to be humble enough to accept that our heart knows why we are here.... Yes, it’s difficult to talk to your heart and perhaps it isn’t even necessary We simply have to trust and follow the signs and live our Personal Legend; sooner or later, we will realise that we are all part of something, even if we can’t understand rationally what that something is. They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for existence and out of that moment Heaven or Hell is born. ... ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#death

The ethereal beauty of the female semblance conceals that they really are dangerous like a great white shark in the most peaceful and deep water. (quote from the exhibit at the Cultural Museum) ↗

— Czon

#female-truth #females #scared-to-death #woman-s-charm #women-s-strength

To resist and subdue Nature is to make for one's self a personal and imperishable life: it is to break free from the vicissitudes of Life and Death. ↗

— Aleister Crowley

#magic #magick #occult #occultism #spiritual

I loved you, you know... It's not my fault the world is what it is. ↗

— Ed Brubaker

#fatale #love #sean-phillips #world #death

He stepped around me until he and Kale were nose to nose. Even though I knew it was the remnants of the storm, I could almost imagine the lightning overhead as sparks rising from the shoulders of each boy. Clashing Titans ready to fight to the death. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#death

You coming?" She hesitated, weighing her options. Risk running back down the flaming aisles to find another exit? Or trust the guy who'd been stalking her all afternoon? The fire spread to the nearby shelves. The heat was growing unbearable. "You cut me deep," he said. "You'd actually choose a fiery death over the prospect of my company. I have to admit, that stings a bit. ↗

— Jena Leigh

#declan #revival #death

Greta is great, but he's a little...extremely...moody. Take my birthday last year. At the stroke of midnight, he appeared at my door. "I wrote this poem for you," he said, shoving a piece of crumpled paper into my hands. 'The world must burn. Lava exploding into faces. Their skeletons are screaming now. No survivors. - From Greta' "Oh...uh...wow..." I began. "Don't bother thanking me," he said. "I just wanted to comfort you for being one year closer to the grave. Of course, I failed miserably, because comfort doesn't exist in this universe. ↗

— Bratniss Everclean

#gale #greta #hunger-games #parody #death

Don Bradman will bat no more against England, and two contrary feelings dispute within us: relief, that our bowlers will no longer be oppressed by this phenomenon; regret, that a miracle has been removed from among us. So must ancient Italy have felt when she heard of the death of Hannibal. ↗

— R.C. Robertson-Glasgow

#bradman #cricket #england #hannibal #italy