#cry

So what about that key?" I asked. "I knew you'd be asking me about it sooner or later." He pulled the cord out from underneath his shirt and dangled the key in front of me. "What do you want for it?" I sneered. "Five dollars?" "I don't want money," he said with a wicked grin. "What does it go to?" "A kiss will unlock more than this key will," he whispered in my ear. ↗

— Ellen Schreiber

#raven #trevor #vampire-kisses #money

You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry. ↗

— Janice Galloway

#tears #weeping #nature

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #euphemism #literature #literature-quotes #nature

Imagine you are Siri Keeton: You wake in an agony of resurrection, gasping after a record-shattering bout of sleep apnea spanning one hundred forty days. You can feel your blood, syrupy with dobutamine and leuenkephalin, forcing its way through arteries shriveled by months on standby. The body inflates in painful increments: blood vessels dilate; flesh peels apart from flesh; ribs crack in your ears with sudden unaccustomed flexion. Your joints have seized up through disuse. You're a stick-man, frozen in some perverse rigor vitae. You'd scream if you had the breath. Vampires did this all the time, you remember. It was normal for them, it was their own unique take on resource conservation. They could have taught your kind a few things about restraint, if that absurd aversion to right-angles hadn't done them in at the dawn of civilization. Maybe they still can. They're back now, after all— raised from the grave with the voodoo of paleogenetics, stitched together from junk genes and fossil marrow steeped in the blood of sociopaths and high-functioning autistics. One of them commands this very mission. A handful of his genes live on in your own body so it too can rise from the dead, here at the edge of interstellar space. Nobody gets past Jupiter without becoming part vampire. ↗

— Peter Watts

#science-fiction #space-travel #vampires #imagination

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#heartfelt #shame #sorrow #tears #need

We need never be ashamed of our tears. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#shame #sorrow #tears #need

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#laughter #options #laugh

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#emotion #emotions #flowers #fruit #growing

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#happiness #sadness #tears #unhappiness #sad

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#sadness #sad