#grave

Graveyards were the one place Belladonna never saw ghosts. ↗

— Helen Stringer

#graveyards #humor #humor

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dancing #life #love #name #neil-gaiman

It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-graveyard-book #work

You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag. "Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds." The gin was abruptly sucked back into my lungs as I gasped. He did not just tell my mother about his former profession; sweet Jesus, let me have heard incorrectly! I hadn't, and Bones went right on. "... But I have a friend who owes me a favor and he could be persuaded to... Kitten, are you all right?" I'd stopped breathing as soon as he casually admitted to his prior occupation. Add that to the liquid stuck in my lungs, and no, I wasn't all right. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#night-huntress #one-foot-in-the-grave #jesus

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#grave #halfway #to #cat

Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #foot #grave #one #cat

He gave the body a final kick and then turned to face me. “You and I need to talk, Kitten.” “Now?” I asked in disbelief, gesturing to the dead vampire near his feet. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #foot #grave #one #cat

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#grave-peril #harry-dresden #human-race #harry-dresden

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#birth #give #gleams #grave #instant