Life

I'm looking at the ruins of my own existence and knowing, with a sickening certainty, that my old home and my old life have been truly destroyed.

If I were to receive a pair of the blessed prophetic sandals to place on my head, then I shall consider myself no less than a fully crowned king.

You are here on earth to unearth who on earth you are.

Cut anyone and everyone out of your life that makes you feel small, hurt, humiliated, stupid, worthless, etc. Do it swiftly and violently and without remorse.

We all make mistakes. The more you punish yourself for them, the harder it is to live.

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampireSo very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cutHe took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores.

Life is simple. You just have to stop trying to figure it out.

I would make a poor princess,' she said. 'Why?''Have you ever wished to be a princess?' Ash challenged her. 'That depends,' Kaisa said. 'On what?''On whether I'd have to marry a prince,' she said and her tone was lighthearted, inviting Ash to share her smile.

Every day I ran to that book like it was a bottle of whiskey and crawled inside because it was a world that I had at least some control over, and slowly, in time, it began to take shape.

There is nothing to be got in the world anywhere; privation and pain pervade it, and boredom lies in wait at every corner for those who have escaped them. Moreover, wickedness usually reigns, and folly does all the talking. Fate is cruel, and human beings are pathetic.

Horror is about fear, about rising dread and unknown terrors, and in the face of such nightmares, the acts of good people can seem insignificant.

During my five years on Mauna Kea, workers routinely displayed the symptoms of Cerebral Hypoxia.

Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!

Life is an enduring endeavour.

But it was smell that carried memory.

There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.

Those who neglect the demands of life, they live in perpetual pain and regret.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

She snorted in amusement at my remark. “When are the guards going to start to notice?” Keith peered into the distance. “Starting now,.

There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid.