#amp

Was it Jesus you saw a picture of?” he says and looks up at me. If it had not been for the friendly voice and the long pause before the question, I would have thought he was making fun of me. He finds it a little embarrassing that I am a Christian; all he wants is for me not to be different from the other kids, and of all the kids in the neighbourhood, his youngest son is the only one to call himself a Christian. But he is really wondering about this. I feel a flutter of joy because he actually cares, and at the same time I become a bit offended that he underestimates me like that. I shake my head. “It wasn’t Jesus,” I say. ↗

— Karl Ove Knausgård

#karl-ove-knausgaard #karl-ove-knausgård #knausgaard #life #min-kamp

Death; those of us who outrun it, can never escape it. It held me in its clutches long enough to steal my life, and though I breathe, and talk, and I'm capable of human emotion on the outside, inside, I'm a cold, putrid corpse of a human being. ↗

— A.M Hudson

#hudson #paranormal-romance #vampire #death

There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder. ↗

— Margery Allingham

#crime #detective #murder #death

...in other spheres of Victorian Society the appeal of a young woman dressed in black from head to toe was acknowledged. In Victorian popular culture, widows had two manifestations: the battleaxe and the man-eater, preying upon husbands and bachelors alike. Even today, an attractive, dark-haired person dressed in all black has vampiric connotations, as the novelist Alison Lurie has noted, 'so archetypally terrifying and thrilling, that any black-haired, pale-complexioned man or woman who appears clad in all black formal clothes projects a destructive eroticism, sometimes without concious intention. ↗

— Catharine Arnold

#death #vampiric #death

Flying high in the dark sky, crazy and free, I was happy visiting the worlds and giving death or madness to the people. Either was liberation. ↗

— Lara Biyuts. Vampire Armastus

#life #vampire #death

He'll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he'd been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now, somewhere else he had to be. ↗

— S.E. Hinton

#dark #death #emotional #life #light

Ah, this delicious night air,' she said, luxuriously sniffing in the coolness. 'Night air and gardening are the great tonics. There is nothing so stimulating as bare contact with rich mother earth. You are never so fresh as when you have been grubbing in the soil - black hands, black nails, and boots covered with mud.' She gave her great jovial laugh. 'I'm a glutton for air and earth,' she said. 'Positively I look forward to death, for then I shall be buried and have the kind earth all round me. No leaden caskets for me - I have given explicit directions. But what shall I do about air? Well, I suppose one can't have everything.' ("Mrs. Amworth") ↗

— E.F. Benson

#death #garden-gardening #night #night-air #vampire

Giving up is always easy. It's the peace that follows that sucks. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#morganville-vampires #death

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#georgina #romance #succubus #vampire #dreams

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lissa. "I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #richelle-mead #vampire-academy #dreams