#bid

All these buildings are like mountains I would like to climb, but I am forbidden. ↗

— Alain Robert

#buildings #climb #forbidden #i #i am

If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear. ↗

— Rumi

#anger

Delight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour' 'Well, it's bloody close...' 'Well, they often are.... ↗

— Alan Hollinghurst

#forbidden-fruit #french #sin #beauty

However strong the branch becomes, however far away it reaches round the home, out of sight of the vine, all its beauty and all its fruitfulness ever depend upon that one point of contact where it grows out of the vine. So be it with us too. ↗

— Andrew Murray

#andrew-murray #holy-in-christ #beauty

There’s such a thing as being irritatingly ethical,” said Eldric. “That’s you, right now.” That’s a pleasant change. Witches are rarely accused of being irritatingly ethical. “I’ve swigged.” I handed the bottle to Eldric. “Or is it swug?” “Swug,” said Eldric. “It is in bad-boy circles, at least.” He swug. “It tastes much better outside church.” “It’s the picnic principle,” I said. “Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better. ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#forbidden-things #change

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die.. ↗

— Laurie Faria Stolarz

#death #magic #morbid #song #twisted

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#depressing #morbid #death

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back. ↗

— Stephen King

#full-dark-no-stars #morbid #stephen-king #death

DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#dying #life #morbid #death

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#death #morbid #tennyson #wrath #death