#gothic

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#description #gothic #owl #purple #ruin

Preacher is a book that somehow allows me time by its settling on it's characters, that sort of modern gothic western feel. You're not likely to see the boat veering too far from that. ↗

— Garth Ennis

#boat #book #characters #far #feel

To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss. ↗

— Iain Banks

#fiction #gothic #levis #change

I hate the word gothic but I would like to try doing something like that. A gothic sound, not rock, but gothic. There's a difference. ↗

— Kelly Osbourne

#doing #gothic #hate #i #like

Yet for my part, deeply as I am moved by the religious architecture of the Middle Ages, I cannot honestly say that I ever felt the slightest emotion in any modern Gothic church. ↗

— Goldwin Smith

#am #any #architecture #cannot #church

It was so close to October that Halloween was knocking at his heart. ↗

— Barry Eysman

#gothic #horror #love #november-solemn #love

The stars are the great Gothic churches: spires, naves, delicate flying buttresses, massive conventional buttresses, stained glass and grandeur, grandeur, grandeur. ↗

— John Corry

#conventional #delicate #flying #glass #gothic

The principle of the Gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#gothic #imaginable #infinity #made #principle

But now I know that it is very important that all buildings should be consistent, that this is the quality of the Gothic cathedral, for instance, that we like. ↗

— Minoru Yamasaki

#cathedral #consistent #gothic #i #important

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #ellie-piper #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #lovers