#dark

Terry loved candlelight dinners and red wine. It was a nice contrast from work. And killing people. ↗

— Jonas Eriksson

#horror #psychopath #thriller #love

Don't feel too bad, tracker," said the Darkling. "All men can be made fools. ↗

— Leigh Bardugo

#men

I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things--all things!--but only so long as it remains invisible. ↗

— R. Scott Bakker

#fear #ignorance #pg- #men

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#evil #hearts #lights #psychology #psychopaths

Three rings for the Elven kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone, Nine for the mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark lord on his throne, In the land of Mordor where shadows lie. One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, One ring to bring them all, And in the shadows bind them. In the land of Mordor where shadows lie. ↗

— JRR Tolkien

#lotr #rings-of-power #men

Hey, I'm still the walking wounded, you know," he protested. "You were shot on the other side," Rosie said drily. "And since when do you and Dalton agree on anything?" "We are men." Pip and Dalton straightened up. "We settle out differences through fighting and drink." He held up the fine crystal tumbler, then frowned at it. "Though maybe not in this kind of glass. ↗

— Lara Morgan

#dark-star #lara-morgan #pip #rosie #rosie-black-chronicles

Life is a beautiful thing. Plant it in the ground, and it blooms into opportunity, capice? ↗

— Gasmaskman

#humor #inspirational #beauty

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#reckless #men

All men needed to hear their stories told. He was a man, but if he died without telling the story he would be something less than that, an albino cockroach, a louse. The dungeon did not udnerstand the idea of as tory. The dungeon was static, eternal, black and a story needed motion adn tiem and light. He felt his story slipping away from him, beocming inconsequential, ceasing to be. He has no story. There was no story. He was not a man. There was no man here. There was only the dungeon, and the slithering dark. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#medical-humanities #narrative #story #men

In Chestnut Hill money didn't talk, but it drank, and played a lot of golf. ↗

— Alistair McHarg

#dark-comedy #great-dialogue #humor #quirky-characters #social-satire