#aunt

What did you do?” I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#brave #dauntless #erudite #inspirational #insurgent

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#heartache #life #loss #love #missing

So you're gone and i'm haunted And i bet you are just fine Did i make it that easy to walk Right in and out of my life ↗

— A Fine Frenzy

#haunted #heartbreak #life

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas ↗

— JoAnne Kenrick

#gypsy #haunted #joanne-kenrick #margarita #margaritas

Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne) ↗

— Kimberly Brockman

#angels-and-demons #fantasy-romance #haunting #love-story #paranormal-romance

I will give you anything to say you want to stay, you want me too. Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me. I want to know I belong to you Say you'll haunt me... ↗

— Stone Sour

#haunt-me #love #say-you-ll-haunt-me #love

Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse,— Wherein I did not some notorious ill, As kill a man, or else devise his death, Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it, Accuse some innocent and forswear myself, Set deadly enmity between two friends, Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, 'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.' Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly, And nothing grieves me heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#evil #final-words #gallows #insult #monologue

I’ll tell you a secret about the men in this world. They like young pretty girls, but when pretty teams up with smart and resourceful, it’s more than an elixir, it’s nearly a dad-blamed aphrodisiac. ↗

— Pamela Morsi

#pamela-morsi #the-lovesick-cure #men

But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #myself #rules

I was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!” “You did!” she retorted. “And although I can’t say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!” “Who adds invisibility to her other accomplishments! ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#aunt #banter #chaperon #invisible #london