#poison

There is such a thing as food and such a thing as poison. But the damage done by those who pass off poison as food is far less than that done by those who generation after generation convince people that food is poison. ↗

— Paul Goodman

#convince #damage #done #far #far less

His words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at her birthmark, bright as blood, at her kiss-stung lips, at the absurd smile stretching across her face. Carefully separating out the crushed pieces of shell, she pulled the dried pulp free from its cage of veins. Piece by piece, she put the sweet brown fruit in her own mouth and swallowed it down. ↗

— Holly Black

#holly-black #night-market #the-poison-eaters #love

foxglove IN THE oleander RIGHT DOSE moonseed EVERYTHING belladonna IS A POISON love. ↗

— Maryrose Wood

#poison #love

He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommé, and the dinner-gong due any moment. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#forgetfulness #humor #poison #unhappiness #humor

Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#the-poisonwood-bible #change

'So this is it' he thought. After everything he had been through, after all the mysteries and fighting and fleeting moments of hope, they were just going to kill him with some sort of poison gas? Stupid, that was what this was. Stupid. He had battled Grievers and Cranks, survived a gunshot and infection. WICKED. They were the ones who'd saved him. And now they were just going to gas him to death? ↗

— Josh Dashner The Scorch Trials

#pointless-death #poisonous-gas #wicked #death

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain, subdues the rage of poison, and the plague. ↗

— John Armstrong

#each #every #exalts #grief #joy

Whatever man uses without the fear of God, whatever he applies to the mere gratifying of his flesh, cannot fail to operate as a poison to the soul, however pleasant and salutary it may appear to be to the body. ↗

— Johann Arndt

#applies #body #cannot #fail #fear

Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life. ↗

— William Rose Benet

#life #lips #poetry #poisoned #who

Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#belief #brought #christians #faith #lost