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In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#haunt #believe

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#violence #war #violence

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction. ↗

— Georges Bataille

#contradiction #face #i #i believe #i believe that

Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jem’s eyes. “If there is a life after this one,” he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.” “There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.” Will tightened his grip on Jem’s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. “Well, then,” he said, through a tight throat, “since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life

I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist. ↗

— Albert Camus

#god #religion #believe

So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#terrorism

Have we raised the threshold of horror so high that nothing short of a nuclear strike qualifies as a 'real' war? Are we to spend the rest of our lives in this state of high alert with guns pointed at each other's heads and fingers trembling on the trigger? ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#horror #humanity #terror #war #war-on-terror

Draco, do it, or stand aside so one of us -" screeched the woman, but at that precise moment the door to the ramparts burst open once more and there stood Snape, his wand clutched in his hand as his black eyes swept the scene, from Dumbledore slumped against the wall, to the four Death Eaters, including the enraged werewolf, and Malfoy. "We've got a problem, Snape," said the lumpy Amycus, whose eyes and wand were fixed alike upon Dumbledore, "the boy doesn't seem able -" But somebody else had spoken Snape's name, quite softly. "Severus ..." The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape said nothing, but walked forwards and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. "Severus ... please ..." Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death #dumbledore #harry-potter #malfoy #shock

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#terrorism

Terror made me cruel . . . ↗

— Emily Brontë

#haunting #supernatural #terrorism