#dark

There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#kaia #lords-of-the-underworld #music

It’s a little early in our relationship for us to be ‘surmounting,’ but, hey, I’m game if you are. I’ll even let you be on top.” He looked directly at me, a coy smile playing on his lips. ↗

— Stacey Marie Brown

#humor #paranormal-romance #quotes #stacey-marie-brown #relationship

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#depression #grief #sadness #tear #nature

Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. And to come to that understanding it is necessary, even now, to leave the regions of our conquest - the cleared fields, the towns and cities, the highways - and re-enter the woods. For only there can a man encounter the silence and the darkness of his own absence. Only in this silence and darkness can he recover the sense of the world's longevity, of its ability to thrive without him, of his inferiority to it and his dependence on it. Perhaps then, having heard that silence and seen that darkness, he will grow humble before the place and begin to take it in - to learn from it what it is. As its sounds come into his hearing, and its lights and colors come into his vision, and its odors come into his nostrils, then he may come into its presence as he never has before, and he will arrive in his place and will want to remain. His life will grow out of the ground like the other lives of the place, and take its place among them. He will be with them - neither ignorant of them, nor indifferent to them, nor against them - and so at last he will grow to be native-born. That is, he must reenter the silence and the darkness, and be born again. (pg. 27, "A Native Hill") ↗

— Wendell Berry

#darkness #humility #land #nature #rebirth

There was something delightfully intimate about the relationship between predator and prey. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dark #horror #hunting #predators #prey

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path. ↗

— Stephen King

#journey

Please put your penises away, gentlemen. Dinner is procured. By a woman. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#immortals-after-dark #humor

It’s so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here.” His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn’t thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to his. I gave my head a slight shake and tried to slow my pulse ↗

— J.M. Richards

#angst #angsty-love #best-author #chilvery #favorite-books

I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind of cute, actually.” Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He ignored me. “I like to call her Doctor Fisher. ↗

— J.M. Richards

#anna #anna-and-davin #chad-s-a-jerk #davin #doctor-fisher

It's easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it's lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#smile